In the desert dark, I see you, a beacon of illusion in this oasis

(Dim this fire bright, let not my ideals blind my vision)

What if honesty is blurred by a line refused to be defined

By a slowly weakening mind as my infatuation for you

Grows within this boundary?

This is irrational. I am irrational.

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Down these passages of revolutions, my eyes

cannot see what reality throws

Through this whirlwind of crimson illusion - i am its only maker

How can I keep desire and logic side by side?

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I am beginning life

Poverty has never been a strife

Of climbing this ladder built on poetry

Where I am the last start

Your judgements, they birth another war

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In this life do i ponder this heavy existence

I have given all things for that i love

Is it possible that a universe exists in the miniscule creature?

Every fibre of my being betrays these seventeen years

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The world, it begs answers to empty questions

And my tired mind and my sighing soul is looking for

A way to connect to my past self

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Where there is a war against wars

And a disease against disease

Of prophylaxis against diagnosis

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Can i write my name in the flesh of this earth, and to never have it known but always remembered?

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(At last, i can let ideals meet and wage war against reality)