Mellifluous Mumblings

We ourselves, like to pretend,
Because in pretending,
We find a means to an end.
We create a world,
An understanding,
That can reciprocate,
Who we truly are,
As we defy our own fate.

Because who we are,
is who we never can be,
At least not here, not now,
While, the sun sets in the sea.

Where we stand,
We slowly catch flame,
As something greater,
Gently calls our name.
These prison bars,
Hold our flesh,
But not the crux of,
Who we are.

Because who we are,
is who we never can be,
At least not here, not now,
While, the sun sets in the sea.

And though there are flames,
There is also a darkness,
Known as the rain,
That represents our beauty,
That represents our pain.
And though we are ensnared,
When the sun sets,
When the tide comes in,
We ride fair winds,
That call…

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