the journey

the journey begins,

waiting no more,

distant voices

call out for a return;

what is my life?

reality, breath, time,

so much said

in the cold, dark silence,

the deception remains complete,

searching for answers

hidden by reflections

in silver mirrors;

where is the rhythm?

where is the judgement?

where is the balance?

where is the truth?

lost feelings

cry out to be heard,

screaming lonely echoes

and empty words.

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