Idyllic is this solitude,
But glancing out into the night
And seeing life as end's prelude
I struggle with my jaded sight

Some souls are free to dance and play
Some others trapped as introverts
The scenes that flit forth every day
Makes peace seem salving for our hurts

Observing from this shadowed room:
This wall, this fortress, built in pain
I yearn for freedom from this tomb -
From knowing where I've always lain

Some spirits have such permanence
Some others wither from the light
The world goes on in ignorance
Of those kept locked from brighter sight

What hope could hope to hope for more
when locks are locked to lock that door?


--/Loneal aka Syn.Dark., 272122LSEP06 (KU)/--

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