Escape
Mysterious mystics and methodical mayhem describe the man I am. Trembling, not
shiver, joy, emotions boil though un foiled my days passion remains unspoiled. A
grip of thigh penetrates my foresight, a beautiful and welcome sight for these tired
eyes, walk beside me tonight guided in moon light and striving for the escape from
the plights of life. Midnight moves, the days now new and want fulfilled, I will spend
it with you. We can speak without words, look at me, I've something to say. Read
what you see and disappear the words you heard, my eyes are admitting where I
have been. I am chasing my lucid illusive dream through a forest of disbelief, the
trees scream, I hear the relief. Colours are numbers not names, now, does my blue
still carry the same sadness that it used to? Through touch I'll thrive, riding the fire
in stride, heat leaves wide cheery and bright eyed temptation, unable to flee the
free invite to fulfilling them, I accept in smile.
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