Must they scatter
like a storm
inside, insight
catch them after
I laugh hysterical
It's a miracle
madness does not
equate to bad
bad does not
equate to darkness
maybe, just maybe
I'll find my way
like a rare lightening strike
its the spike
just that thing
I want to name
I want to win this
this silly game
but yet its interesting
to see myself
in this mirror
nothing helps
I watch my back
I leap with fear
but I face with courage, knowledge, and without tears
must I tame them?
these emotions I feel
high or very low
I act, I think, I believe and then I go
Where ever I can be
Whatever is me?
I found a source out
I have the key
I'll make it happen
Shall it end in nightmare or dream
The fate is my own
I shape my destiny
Before the mirror of truth
I'll wait, as you will,
and only then,
Just then,
Green, blue and brown we shall see
lets discover and uncover, unmask
and never flee
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