Thoughts
 

My children follow somberly; marching feet in step as distractions draw near. Children are they not, I sadly report, only hollow dreams echoing soundlessly in time to the beat of the delusion around us.  Come analyze my fear, my derision, for common sense no longer takes it's lowly beckoning. It only abandons those in need of superior guidance. Lost are those, as I am, who allow those hopes to corrode within their chambers like the heart within my breast which slowly beats onward, following as my children do. If only I could truly name them children; misguided treasures they surely are, an illusion of my psyche. The third eye is blind to perils unbeknownst before. Shall I chose between one of two lesser evils? One will surely drown in the tears of my despair, while the other will be flooded by the bittersweet taste of my blood. To survive in a time of reckoning is to leave thy tender sorrows open, all wandering eyes may pass over it, oblivious to the pain which resides within the recesses of our minds. The road has forked many times throughout the past, decisions..... though often follies of lost opportunities we are unaware of chances past behind us. I often wish that I could quiet the gentle stir of my constant thought. Though, as impossible as it seems, I find myself oblivious to what is said and done. A wall of immense structure has been placed around my kingdom, only extracting the most automatic of responses. I remain fortified within the walls of my compassion and exposed beneath the lamp light of my intuition.

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