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A Broken Glass...
You said it "Hello?"
Echoes flew a bit to slow..
Step you in, yet can't you go?..,
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Trust a path that circles back?..,
Thoughts that lingers, yet never lasts?
Arches curve, yet lead nowhere..,
Walls that shift, like fleeting air..
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The hallway chills with silent heat,
A rhythmic fear in bittery sweet.
Forward seems back, back feels, "where?"..
And stillness blooms the loudest fear.
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Doors once open refuse to close,
Are they beginnings, or end's repose?
The ticks of Clocks why crosses hate?,
In lifeless loops, who sets the fate?
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Reflection stares, but it's not you,
Not yet born, not yet through.
This maze is free but it mirrors you,
A thousand faces, each one's true.
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Run your will, through endless halls,
But it's the center that softly calls.
The moment you stopped, you've thought you've known,
But you are still within seeds you've sown.
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The key you seek, still locked inside,
In paths you walk, in truths you lied.
For Time's a pass held in hand,
But only when you u-n-d-e-r-stand.
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Its lessons sharp, like shards of glass,
The past won't stay; the present won't last.
For time's a maze, not meant to flee,
But to teach, that you are the key.
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