Seeking Bliss

Posted on April 24, 2013

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Blindwandering
Lost
Wandering
Deep I fall down the stairs into a void
Avoiding clarity
Reality is insanity
Truth refuses to cower and hide
Until my makeshift crutch becomes reality

Seeking bliss
I take the piss
Creating an imaginary sky
Its beauty fills me but a while
Until it’s time to rest my wary hide
Shiver I do from the cold of unhappiness
Salvation lies beyond
Devoid of emptiness

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