The persona run and tumble down
Moving from suburbs to a different town,
Rail and wire are enemies dividing line
Separating travellers from the sublime.
Into a netted world besotted by crime
The rolling waves of humanity find,
Danger lies where paradise appears refine
Wearing masquerade of the present time.
With warbling hands reaching out to hold
The glaze of light in their hungry eyes,
But love in the malign heart has gone cold
Yet benign freedom light up the dark skies.
They come into an age of ulterior specialism,
People wear masquerade to hide displeasure,
And harbour silent uproar of sentimentalism,
Lurking beneath in the brooding guise of anger.
But where dream lies; the risk is worth taking
In the clandestine opportunity Identity brings,
Favour surfing the ethereal waves to begin
A new life possessing the underline blessings.
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