Illicit Ache
The tunnels of transmission sending you through illusion, disillusion,
thus making connections at random,
imagination side by side the real, free will,
far-fetched notions
open circuits to flood belief systems,
damaged caused.
Seeking the outdone to find a foot in the door,
progression, deception at one's feet,
swiping the 'want' to the next, remembrance
ignoring the latest dopamine hit.
All been felt before
''attention span''. Modern.
If not said then not thought, multiply...
Pressured to retract, defeated. No surprise.
Willing to express the unsaid, limited.
Dried up free speech, their stare holds strong.
Waving away drawn out games, the power of one.
Unable to hold heavenly essence to finally feel peace so I'll dream.
I cannot say what's about to manifest, but there is light far from reach,
eyes close I am there to touch should they be told?
It's a lie if you were led to believe you'd get anything you want,
add it to the pile.
I did not create steps, out of one's control.
Roll out the red carpet, enjoy the next fairy tale.
Ignore the mind games; the heart feels your divine's worth,
great, that helps ;)
will they ever know?
III-Athletics
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Lee Norton
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