Trapped!
I walk through darkness where wickless candles burn and flicker,
and im shackled by a mental state of emprisoned dreams.
Everything within constitutes that nothings real,
but,
a stumble away from standin straight,
so,
i feel my way around stationary objects shifting the room,
the floor tiles stains my teeth
with a taste of the streets,
my dreams are met with pavement blocks linked-
the steps i strive
this' walking tall on the blocks where Jesus learnt to crawl,
where time is mauled to steal a moment extra-
the dark,
is an imaginative state when a thought is sparked-
you blink,
that moment's past,
so you cast your vision on a better view,
since the spectrum just added colour to you.
Shadows shading portraits of a new memory,
congratulations!
You just made't into the book of history,
pinned up poster child with eyes closed shut clasping at thin air,
hazy visions,
hastily declare,
this competition known as the human race aint fair!
Coz
it started in the dark controlled by shadows hunting truth in pairs.
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