The Gray Prince of Romance
I set my foot on the saddle of heart
But all were shaded, blurred, and scratched meaningless
I heard a whisper and tempted
Who was wandering within the fog?
This world seemed to be collapse ...
Or was it hiding?
Would it be stated in the relevant of logic and a conscience?
The heart says yes
The cavity of mind says no
A contradiction which fails to take the truth as the end of a fact
Lips say yes
Eyes say no
Will you be able to break through the hypocrisy which was anesthetized in it?
This must be a dream ...
And I hoped it would be ended as a dream ...
A dream which described about a big whirl
An endlessly linear which revolved upon a life
Which I hoped I would never be involved
But it was too late ...
I am here, standing as the pivot of a dilemma ...
For a moment I stood on my silence
Try to analyze the situations ...
For a sudden I speak to an empty room
What are you searching for?
Is it a black or white instead?
And the breeze of wisdom back whispered
"You're looking for an obsolete"
"You're looking for the gray prince of romance"
Author's Note:
You may see the other version of "Grey Prince" by Richard Lamoureux
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