MazeWorldA Poem by FaeryQueenotsIn mazes, I am thinking in mazes; currently. In whistling winds and glowing arrays of strewn sunlight. There is no one style fit for me. I am All. Not [All], just All. Not [Absolute], but something lower class, like- I can't see over my own head. I am soft, gentle, graceful, clumsy. Every day is a battle. My thoughts run relentlessly through my mind, through these strained lines of my reality. And...- What is reality? Honestly... what is this world? Is it the Creator's Imagination? Are we living in a dream, where even our own comprehension does not justify what we believe in? I guess it is up to us to decide, whether we are or not. I guess it is up to us to decide, whether we are or not..... I guess it is up to us to decide, whether......... I guess it is up....... I... ... . -
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