Bliss Poem by Guy Israeli
Bliss
Who's to perceive of which my mind bereft,
lunacy forego, euphoria is left.
Challenge the elders of my own demise?
A cognitive escape I must devise!
Contrive an idea so blatantly skewed,
I must seek the truth as my rapture pursued.
Trapped within the void, such deadly mundane,
decisions to feeble seems so insane.
Conquer the dreams, my wishes constrained,
bliss is for fools, yet bliss is obtained.
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