Phoney imposters
everywhere we turn
Houses
Streets
Hearts
Even the shadow of the truth
Looms large on the deserted walls
Causing dread in the minds of the once fearless
The search for adventure long gone
Crushed, defeated, humiliated , broken
is the spirit of our times
Drowning in the mindless vortex
of second handed practices
We are children of the doomed
crawling through some meaningless maze of life
What remains is the butchered , pieces of scattered truth
of an unforseen collision.
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