a prelude of confusion
merely mirrored illusions
a mock up of how we all should feel
a tint of mass incurrsion
a silly simple deversion
something with which that we all deal
a hint of all forth coming
a tallied debt is summing
a toll that's finally come to due
when the piper comes to play
we all have to pay
to dance with chance
the way we do
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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