I write what was true then, but what is today's ideal
The change of paper walls in the kingdom of the mind
Reveals a shifting thoughtscape, an anomaly of psyche
Searching for permanence has led me to a newer story
The words like kettledrums beating a tune of tomorrow
What life is worth, counting the seconds of lost dreams
Past replayed in endless succession, confusion hardens
Beneath the landless foundations of religion and chaos
History repeats itself, again and again; like blasphemy
Only the human condition is a pitiful sustenance, I cry
Is this another change of scene looked out for, or more
The necessity of disobedience is then birth of freedom
Heaven knows what comes with all this abandonment
Sometimes regret, sometimes laughter sought in misery
Many tears waiting to caress the pains of finding bliss
The path chosen leads to a realm of proverbial reality
I see, yet I do not understand these facts representing
Every facet of ties that bind, lies conforming to truth
Blue skies may never dream of rain, but doesn't explain
Forever more, what love has got to do with growing up
The start of a new era is clear, in the design of self real
I give up the pretense of age old theory, and set me free
Old scars reopened in the severence of trust from faith
Like an addiction gone wrong, an aversion to fixed habits
A tale of otherness, strange disappearance of normalcy
Of deviation from sustained insanity, a calm dispassion
The voices sound within my head, like mad bumble-bees
It has to be stated, for decreed it is what my fate shall be
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