The web

We dream and stay lost in our worlds
We collide with our truism of existence
and explode into fragments with the revelation of truth

We dwindle on instances unreported
We act upon a need to be heard
in order to make ourselves feel part of the cliché

We make constant sterile attempts to change the laws
We strike while the iron is hot and the ink still wet
Stories of success enforce our history of failure

We walk through walls and breathe under water
We exist within our axioms – self designed
The revelation of life is the pronouncement of death


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