The freedom to express only applies to the norm.
Anything beyond or below that is a wicked gesture. I
somehow expected to be understood but failed,
I went out my way, but left disturbed.
There is no paradise.
There are no castles in the air.
I lived all my life with self-formed delusions.
I'm trapped in a world full of promises,
Only to find out none of them will last.
I have to go back to the old soul.
Lonely but tougher, saner, calmer.
I will dig to what I'm really made of,
By then, I'll be talking to myself, my one true self.
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