Dilemma

Into the ocean of dwindling seas and rivers

Born is a soul into the couch

Devoid of thoughts that savours humane

Across the mountains, lies the spirit of the lad

Will he reach the heap of clouds?

Or the path to be trodden

Will be misled by the clowns in disguise

Crying to be human

Mowed the fresh grass and

Foddered into the hay

Is the immature in the hunt for prey?

Looking for the magic always untold

Scratching here and there life seems so sour

For the magic lies within he is never foretold

And then the Dilemma makes him uneven

Completely unmasked lands like a craven

Trying to crack the nut that bears no essence

Arrives the day that bores a new sun

And then you cry, this skin isn’t mine

For lately you realize possessed you are

Within the clown’s insight.

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