I travel in search for things i hope to find but not
I unravel the flings that satisfy me but not
giving in to the pressure of dreams and thoughts
dreams of ancient Kings donning gold rings and silver brooches
Kings that rule with iron fists that pound to scatter cockroaches
living in castles built on sand dunes,ready blowing away at the arrival of swirl winds
attracting masses to an invisible forever,a forever with nothing more than an innuendo
killing their own blood while they nib at the smallest bit of cake
passed to their generation by the serpent hiss of fake
sipping wines of an expensive taste
hate and hurt all curled in one cup of disgrace
buried forever but to resurface all deaths
that passed unseen at the loss of a spiral debate
through it all,i turned nocturnal
Then I ceased to dream of things i search to find not..

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