Kaleidoscopic Fate

Infantile empty glove

It is yet a placeholder for

Thy future growth galore!

Or this joke they call... love.

It sounds nice. I could still fill it with greens and you would run since for much less people have stared down a

Gun. Knife. Sneer. The blackness shrouds and traces back... where?

There is an infinite loop somewhere out there. Retracing the familial pain, bobbing for history in acid so no one may learn.

Maybe we pretended it hurt, so we could continue pretending.

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I could rocket blue And merge with the sky! A Dragon's iridescence Better than this lie

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Cynicism isn't the word

Not for what I believe

Kindness has its line

I've drawn it on the coast.

Diving into a sea, swimming through the lies

Heart pounding at the thought of even having to try

An imposter hiding in a truth, that no one else can see. Even when others are told, they laugh, hug, anything but heed.

Why don't they see it?

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Maybe I'll howl violet A Wolf in the pact! Facing down ferocity Always knowing how to act

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My caution choked my freedom

Hide in the shadows, its for the best.

Looking over my shoulder in plain sight either way,

If you looked closely I was always running. Even if it was in place

Training to run from some truth, some hurt

Growing out of people instead of spurts. I forced myself to go alone. Self-learner, self-teacher. A manic maveric preacher.

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I could see green Elven protector of the fawn! I rise to shine And light fire into dawn

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I did always try

To save the small soul

Shelter who I could

Showing them through roles

Although you come to this realization, pouring water into a cup does nothing when it's laden with holes, it spirals and drains you because to fill souls, your own life force gets drained because you keep pouring into new basins, let it flow, bleeding dry but you couldn't leave them so...

Maybe it's better to be selfish

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What about a golden mane? A Lion, the safari's bane Roar mighty, always fight Maybe caged, but in spirit not quite

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The observant soul knows when to pounce

But only cares for thyself.

I'd rather croak I'd rather crow

Than lust at the sight of a throat

Not the hunter, the care is still there

I can't just take it, sit and stare

As the search safari eats the eyes from those I care.

Yet I was the one who sold them for some coin

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Do I yearn to run red? The blood of a horse! Gallivanting steady steed Go Norse and do my deed

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Never knowing when your heart could burst

You'd die lying on the ground

To realize the anger boiling in

Was only burning you down.

I watched the screams, the eyes, the dreams

Funnel down the drain, point and blame, to get played in a game of are you sane? Played with rules so it becomes "tame".

Huh. I refuse to let it get the best of me.

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I guess I learned with my kaleidoscopic fate

I could roll a dice for my life to create

But no matter what I refract

The coloured paths lead prideful trails Simple deviations cause derails I see constant eyes watching With judgements all condescending

So instead I'll break free, just watch, don't say

I'll create my own colour. I'll go my own way.

Ready?