Awake or asleep,
Whatever is breathing life into survival,
Clasped marks on the palm strain deep,
Wanting to break free from needs eternal.
Galloping on someone’s behest,
Fighting another’s battle,
Unflinching is this unknown quest,
With infinite scores to settle.
A smile not worth its effort,
Smitten by the moods of indifference,
Perhaps an unknown revolt,
To a modest act of irreverence.
Beyond a yes or a no,
These are expressions stagnant,
Bordering insanity, seeming so hollow,
Unwelcome is this uncommon irritant.
But this shall leap unafraid of the descend,
It shall be itself at least this moment,
Unaware of what it is to transcend,
It shall not forgive all the torment.
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