I read often, and I realize one thing constant
Significance of any kind is too much to process
That’s why I make it a point for my lexicon to amount to nothing.
The meaning of these words is shroud in toxins
Inspired from the closing sound of coffins
Even if you were to find a bleak concept
It will only reveal a dream of an asleep conscious.
Paradox is nothing but our own being’s conflict
Arising from our need to collide with something
Just so, we can further say we survived the conquest
Journeys that you yourself decide their contents
Yet, instead of binging on gold and jade as our sole escape
We roam the caves of our imagination until our skulls inflame;
Pressure that doesn’t explode our brains as we grow old in age
But, puts us closer to knowing what we now know as fake.
I hear paradise is in this plane, yet cloaked in space
A divine nebula that our telescopes can’t place
Even those with faith begin to lose the hope it gave
Scathing darkness begins to overpower the solar rays
Wishful thinking numbing our veins like Novocaine
Innate in our cares is the aim is to see what’s over there
We want to experience every emission a supernova flares.
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