Journey to Nowhere

February 11, 2018

Smoke and mirrors

Shape the world

What you think is real

Is but a fleeting dream

You stumble over wisps of air

Chasing nothing

In pursuit of it all

When will you realize that the path you’re on

Is futile?

Wake up to reality

This world is a maze

And you’re heading toward a dead end

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