beguiled by illusions; trapped inside a perfect circle in search of solutions. reeling in delusions: bruised, broken, and bent - happiness overrun with contempt. i curse the high heavens that made me this way: a coward in the face of inveigling allusions. i cower to cover my fervid contusions. time for seclusion: a needed reclusion. so when i lurk in the shadows and i dwell in the dark, i stroll without purpose on the paths of the park.
oh what a spark. what a stark, fickle feeling: far from sated, loud and pealing. agitated. berated and exacerbated. tossed together. lost forever. one breath bleeds into the other.
i fumble the meaning when i grapple with facts; i stumble through the moment and forget to relax. when i sense a vexation beginning to shape, i throw caution to the wind and pack up my confusion. start walking down the road and ignore the conclusion. a fusion of chaos, ego, extrusions; very quickly becomes a crafty elusion of facing the demons that dwell in the dark, by setting fire to them with a walk in the park.
we all need a place. we all need a space. to allay the mania of this break-necking pace. we all need a moment to sit and just stare, to enjoy the silence and a breath of fresh air.