Paradox of ContentThe paradox of content confuses my intent, Many ideas I could try & present, As pride predicts meaningless conquest, When all I want to do is rest, Peaceful eternal slumber within a void, Always created & never to be destroyed, An unusual plan is implemented today, Floating through air in a particular way, To who will meet my arrival, Transcending a view; my eyes of survival, Sacrificial loss, a cost, & whispered lyrics, Yesterday is now clenched in my fists, Lies revealed with a subconscious told, My pulse is borrowed & now it is sold. |
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