Mystery
It is one of those days again,
where everything is off track,
It is one of those days again,
I try and never find my way back,
always lost in this common misconception,
perhaps dazed by my own reflection,
Satisfaction deludes and misconstrues,
hope feels lost without you,
Who abuses me,
but me,
Who accuses me,
only me,
Never deny the evidences,
truth always follows every lie,
Can't hide that which refuses to stay shrouded
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