There is a conscience, and it questions persistently

Answering is a choice as it is to run away from it and steal a path 

Fancy peeking into the minds and collecting those thoughts?

Taking frantic notes and attaching dodgy meanings to create fantasies

Many such aggrandized pieces seduced into silent resignation

Fanfare and frolic; cavorting to the lascivious tunes

Conscience witnesses the nonsense and has a wry smile

One has to return to answer the questions; there’s no escape

From the interrogations about choices across a stolen path


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