maybe it's too brief, but it tells the story...


the room in the sky

my lord! my lord could i leave?
leave me to glide through the air
wondrous it is to grasp a wind
as one that hurls against the skies
alas im in the corner
it will keep me safe

make haste to rejoice in mirth
for there's no gaiety in the sky
when none could fathom
who then do the rain weep for?
a child by the window peering up
a room in the blue of the sky

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random thoughts: so it is ruled that im in the wrong


who's to right the wrong
who shall determine the rights and wrongs
how many will pause to consider
that they themselves might be at fault?
but yet there's neither
for the rights and wrongs are decided by perception
and perception is a fickle thing
as mentioned again and before

beyond rights and wrongs
beyond good and evil
i wish
but chaos will prevail without its boundaries
for in the many, perception is driven by self and not logic
understanding in place is most apt
but wistful it is and dismal to note
that it's scarce even among those who profess to be


and that i shall serve this sentence alone

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