Mindful of Paradox
As guest in the forest of vanity's land - where sanity can embrace its own gallows -
Ally follows a path to see where reality stand while chased by her shadow.
Leaves and trees whisper secrets.
Creatures, critters, scatter everywhere
when a brief breeze riddled in her ear:
"Why did you end up here?"
She retorts quickly but soft,
respectfully returning the words
with fauna for listeners as witness for thought.
"Besides herding this goat reserved for concerns
for when the order of this forest adjourns,
I'm cautious but stern for wisdom to learn, like:
Which burdens to burn. Why's my will the furthest to earn
a spot on my mind. Like, come on! Intention alone
wouldn't hinder amibition to blossom and shine?
Or am I, the lost child, shot blind on obvious
fourth wall plot crimes? Don't lie."
Ally's contorts blow through a network of life,
or absence of. The latter's what kept her alive.
Why she found shelter from light to begin with
is frighteningly grim, it's a child from within this
source only darkness can finish. A force that'll sin
through the worst open doors and change your whole image
soar through the thickets, logs, bushes and twiglets,
to leave her with this elusive reply she'll mourn, and then live with:
"You're seeking truth from deaths consciousness as it ponders its breath."
Now, more present in her life than ever
she's hugging her goat, play with his rear,
rubbing his coat and braiding the beard.
Then kept living like that
year after year,
after year.
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