In the penumbra of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board
In the penumbra of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board,
Whispers of hope entangle among the trembling fingers of fate,
Echoes of lost victories clash against the walls of the abandoned fortress,
Where once, heroes with pure hearts raised the banners of illusion.
Now, in the oppressive silence, the harsh truth seeps through the cracks of time,
Dripping bitterness into the cup of knowledge that we all drink,
The unseen chains of destiny bind us to an imperfect reality,
Where dreams melt like the wax of a forgotten candle.
Waves of consciousness crash against the shore of common understanding,
Carrying with them fragments of unfinished conversations and unkept promises,
In this ocean of collective consciousness, we all float,
Clinging to fragile rafts made of false hopes and lost illusions.
And yet, deep within the soul, a spark of rebellion smolders,
Nourished by the memory of a world where justice was not just a word,
But a living force that pulsed in the veins of every person,
But now, only the faint echo of that memory resounds in the night.
Thus, we step forward through the dense fog of days to come,
With eyes open, yet blind to the uncomfortable truths surrounding us,
Wearing masks of willful ignorance and forced smiles,
While deep down, we all know the game was rigged from the start.
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Dan Enache
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