transports it to an unknown
the sands of time move unwaveringly
through the mirage of life
as you grope for reality
but it slips away from your clawing fingers
merrily...
you suppose that's the way of these shifting dunes
that they cease to remain
cease to maintain the drudgery
a drudgery that is so dear
that you covert it in your heart
and secretly delve into its happiness
mingled with fear of the prying eyes
that would take away the sweet thought forever
Your heart desires a stolid silence
a placid clam
an ephemeral peace
silently settling in on your conscious
as your subconscious rejoices
at the return of calmness
and the comfortable drudgery
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