Half slept, half wake, half happy, half sad,
Emotions are imposters,
They do deceive
More than humans, they do defeat
The rolls of laughter
The silence of tears
In the same heart, they bring us near.
The anxiety of fall,
The maturity of step,
Caught us amidst the profound mess
The hustle of talks
The bustle of noise
Tends to send my world afar
The rhetoric of void
The disguise of malice
Often hurled into the nausea unbound
The eerie thought
The spooky smile
At wits’ end were my notions sacked
Was it bright?
Was it dark?
The gray across the skies now, were fall of the past!
Very True :)
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