Déjà vu
Is it a dream? A thought?
A whisper lost in sepia hues?
An idea once known and lived?
The murmur soon replies.
A fleeting moment
Ephemeral shadows cast on you
They shall pass.
Laughter seems guilty,
While smiles perfunctory.
Snap out of it?
Help me help you;
This is not the end.
See the blinding light?
The illusion casts a veil;
Reason is clouded.
Tunnels of darkness,
But no gates of light.
Voices take over the reign.
I don't find you going anywhere.
Who says you were good?
It was always an illusion.
The game never began;
You never played.
Sweeping Victory.....
Remember the Titans
We shall overcome
The day we end, we shall
Is it a dream? A thought?
A whisper lost in sepia hues?
An idea once known and lived?
The murmur soon replies.
A fleeting moment
Ephemeral shadows cast on you
They shall pass.
Laughter seems guilty,
While smiles perfunctory.
Snap out of it?
Help me help you;
This is not the end.
See the blinding light?
The illusion casts a veil;
Reason is clouded.
Tunnels of darkness,
But no gates of light.
Voices take over the reign.
I don't find you going anywhere.
Who says you were good?
It was always an illusion.
The game never began;
You never played.
Sweeping Victory.....
Remember the Titans
We shall overcome
The day we end, we shall
Hmmm...yours ?
ReplyDeleteYes
ReplyDeleteThe lines sound like something you're always telling me. And I am always shrugging off.
ReplyDeleteIllusions look good
with eyes wide shut
shake off your arrogance
that ridiculous strut.
"Help me help you
as you grope in the dark
as cynicism and disgust
rip us apart."
Déjà vu is the stuff
of what-ifs and rhymes
let not a crippled imagination
steal you of one more time.
And I needn't tell your narcissistic self-absorbed pompous self that this was one of your better writes.
good...you sound like Kurt Cobain
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