the stream runs dry
all is lost in hope
as vanity proves its point
footsteps in the disoriented path
without a trace to imagine
as lapse of time terminates
the beginning of the past
words without meaning reflect
in the shallow pool
colored with black and white
eliminate the pierce
the jab at silence that disturbs
the sole reasoning of life
when first come first serve
ultimately results
cookie cutter picture perfect
mold and lit on fire
united yet detached
believe in false pretenses
the constant struggle
unapproached as frustration
seeps in conquering all
press repeat please
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