Folly…


Life in Yellows

Deep…

Deep down in my heart;

Buried in my soul;

Are the truths to my lies…

Lies…

Those lies which I hurl;

Hurl at the world,

When folks try to sneak in,

Through my lamenting eyes;

Seeking the way to my vulnerable

heart…

Vulnerabilities…

They are an enigma, aren’t they?

In this world, we conspire…

Force people to bare their fragility;

But strive to armour ours…

We…

We are fools…

And the pursuit of power and strength;

That’s our folly…

The bait in the rat race,

Is nothing…

But, the most splendid of all the lies,

That ever escaped the mouths of the “Wise”…

For… the forts;

They were never our strength,

But a futile attempt, an illusion…

Played at the invader,

An attack on his frailty…

For… Not even a single ounce of blood,

Was shed for victory…

But… we bled our way to the doomed oblivion,

Just…

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