Time and silence hang heavy in the darkened air…

Dripping like Spanish moss off ancient oaks.

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Heartbeat keeping time…

Unchanged by the theatrics of our existence.

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Staged events…

Puppets dance all around me.

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Both actors and audience steadfastly play their parts…

Lacking chance and missing emotions.

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Only the distant music sinks underneath my soft skin…

The melody speaks while the lyrics set the rhythm.

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The intensity heightens…

My intentions rise with equal abandon.

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If I seek harmony and balance…

I lose my passion in the safety of their achievement.

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My mind, reassured by the security of experience, wisdom, and planning…

Is mockingly challenged by the raw thirst for adrenaline.

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Unbridled passion, seeded in the recklessness of my untamed spirit…

At times, I am tormented by this eternal struggle for my soul.

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As the rain falls, the truth is left washed and drifting at my feet…

Brilliant colors do not fade under cloudy skies. Nor shall I.