Blaze Mirage
stars ablaze on a midnight clear,
totally burn out of illusion.
born of innocence and fear,
torn apart from every emotion.
lasting for more than milleniums,
waiting for a miracle.
lost in the mirage;
like a neverending cycle,
clearly more than bottled up images,
gambling on your early life stages.
you start to question:
try to motion for the right emotions,
for the right kind of notions.
like a feeling i've never really fought,
too many uncensored answers to sought.
brain storming trivia that goes without logic,
just crazy with no specific.
bottled-up insane visions,
a hidden illusion within the meaning of all illusions.
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