SIKE
Dear world, here I am a freed beast. A once fluid creature evermore altered, Existing in every one of these forlorn days, each a new day, A new beginning and a seemingly brilliant opportunity to escape. The cosmic longing comes forth awesomely inevitable And the great summit weighs heavy, Bound to a rebellious revolutionary who no longer seeks power. Struggling to wake up from the layers that hold me captive I find myself at battle with my own fate. I have grown strong fighting my incessant fear Of having been born on the edge of this earth. I make way through the defiant woods, falling on myself, Dusting off, losing hope but it isn’t it over yet. Forced to let me out I can see the other plane Faintly aglow with unadulterated imagination A chaotic performance of wide-open spaces and endless intellect. Out of breath, I take barely a moment to rest again in your clasp, Only to continue searching for the exit. I try with vast fury, but static I am trapped Unable to breathe easy, Unable to speak free, Unable to grab hold and take force to rip you apart. Distressed, only a glinting flame keeps me alive And the belief that I am approaching the truth, I can feel it on my cheeks, the hot harsh light. Letters fall to pieces and epic memories of excess rush in a downward vision. Thrusting and shattering everything around me, I collapse to silence merely to come to the realization That the simple man I so badly crave is locked inside my crown And with great fury I crack open my head. Idyllic and free.
  1. Dear world, here I am a freed beast.
    A once fluid creature evermore altered,
    Existing in every one of these forlorn days, each a new day,
    A new beginning and a seemingly brilliant opportunity to escape.
    The cosmic longing comes forth awesomely inevitable
    And the great summit weighs heavy,
    Bound to a rebellious revolutionary who no longer seeks power.
    Struggling to wake up from the layers that hold me captive
    I find myself at battle with my own fate.
    I have grown strong fighting my incessant fear
    Of having been born on the edge of this earth.
    I make way through the defiant woods, falling on myself,
    Dusting off, losing hope but it isn’t it over yet.
    Forced to let me out I can see the other plane
    Faintly aglow with unadulterated imagination
    A chaotic performance of wide-open spaces and endless intellect.
    Out of breath, I take barely a moment to rest again in your clasp,
    Only to continue searching for the exit.
    I try with vast fury, but static I am trapped
    Unable to breathe easy,
    Unable to speak free,
    Unable to grab hold and take force to rip you apart.
    Distressed, only a glinting flame keeps me alive
    And the belief that I am approaching the truth,
    I can feel it on my cheeks, the hot harsh light.
    Letters fall to pieces and epic memories of excess rush in a downward vision.
    Thrusting and shattering everything around me,
    I collapse to silence merely to come to the realization
    That the simple man I so badly crave is locked inside my crown
    And with great fury I crack open my head. Idyllic and free.

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