Your obvious tale of fortune in misfortune is played out
You find peace in knowing that I am a component dismissed,used and confused
Empty the cup from which your pride flows
And you're left with nothing
The echos ringing loud in your sound bound ears
The frail attempt at being a god and me believing in you
Was a reflection of a hollow hall and a dug out soul
Your hands full of hope
Your mind full of possibilities
Your shine was blinding
But like any other god
Your light is too blinding to see past your glory
Who are you? Who have you become?
What are you? What happened to the nebula breath? The paralysing power
Like drums too loud
And intentions too obvious
I lost the plot
The shaking baskets reeking of desperation, looting with the guilt of the collection
An ode to my god
A basket filled with silver and gold
Pressure, the new and the old
I felt robbed
Giving and giving
For the invisible
The intangible and the unattainable
The philosophy was beautiful
A plan so delicately placed
I feel silly now but I did see it from your point of view
Words intertwined with mine
Blow for blow
The tension trickled down my spine
All of this to say
There's nothing about you I miss
But the feeling
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