Irony
nine worlds in my head
how do they manage to survive
the power of obsession
bringing together the impulsive
an obsession of mine
Leading like minds to their destination
blind leading the blind
tight circles of familiar patterns
they weave
sewing the spiritual seeds
that grow to be refined
just like me
precious substitute for confusion
something about the irony
of level one of how we all belong
sparkle and shine
for the bait and switch
of a village too close to sewage
when the winds twist
reality kicks in
we all have something in common in this scene
the six differences soulbound
the irony of the mutiny of the danced around manipulated
not my fault, im obsessive compulsive
walking with crutches poisoning my mind
delusional of the set up
your just like me
in a room full of excited hushed children not meant to tell secrets
consequences of the children forever
and the ones realising previous thinking
of blindly leading
the obsession of patterns and circles
Ironic
Ironic
Ironic
the bells protected for awards of measuring a man
the bells ring and our prayers
answered
on this soulbound train that rings
when he gets it right
good boy
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