in this isolation i feel so much comfort
feeding my inner being senseless
i've long been insane, gasping with disconcert
delirious like the spiral in which i transgress
i am the master of the symphony
creating and controlling the masses as they stand
rolling the winds with righteous harmony
smooth sounds that fall apart and expand
playing loud from the corner with the yellow flower
fading portraits hanging from fading wallpaper
right at this moment from the edge of this hour
with such awestruck beauty and earnest candor
i am so alone on the inside, weeping like a lost child
going about with thoughts of fruition
but while expectations remain tired and mild
there is still no truth and certainly no recognition
the bird in the sky is art, your trailing glance is a start
with no end in sight but traces of love on my empty face
dancing with pure joy from the deepest caves of your heart
this situation is all i have, our minds they interlace
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