Masqueraded

And puzzles of my flight began to sway again

To shelter the passion of what my heart desire

Through animating the creations of my mind

To deal what they wish to see for the future past.

The race to the end of line with dim candle light

Rained with hurdles, with falls trying to halt the fight

But neither of the foot ever fell on each knees,

Both stood in valor to face the catastrophe.

And though puzzles created to have good riddance,

True fondness for the farthest star had been kept locked

To not displease whoever tries to solve each lies

And to close this chosen pave with colorful bright.

So then, behind this facade shown by my puzzles,

Shadows of reminiscence peeked out in silence

To at least unleash the reality of dreams

That's still hiding in each pretensions of my act.

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