write your story
paint your pictures
dance your dance
regardless of what say-they
and sing!
to your heart's desire
under the moonlit sky
as you amble on
this sun-lit ground
before your vision,
then your voice become
nothing more
than fragmented dreams
sinking down
the inner void
of deafening doubts
and screaming chaos
hissed by tongues-well-intentioned
to engulf at last
your existence
and leave you bereft
and baffled by
nothingness.
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