Amidst all the experiences you may be far away from yourself
Once lured by the remodelled heart full of temptations
The fantasised words and grand illusion painted on every canvas
Now the same memorabilia and graffiti’s stare impishly
It’s a sordid feeling for a rebel to face the revolt of those incidents
So deeply entrenched, not even tears can expunge or dilute the pain
Frivolous narrations have not augured well for the soul
Stared down by the fake experiences that once felt psychedelic
Left alone to dance to a discordant tune in the world of experiences©
A lovely image of the rebel/warrior; alone, fighting through the illusion and deceptions of his or her world, knowing that it is the only choice… always.
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Thank you, Kim. Some experiences can create an ongoing turmoil when the mightiest can crumble.
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Eloquent words depicting a hollow moment within…❤️
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