Words flow forth from the well of thought,
Parch and wither upon barren minds.
Eyes meander through joy and sorrow-
Voluntarily blindness is the gateway to freedom.
Wishes define vacancies as real-
Hope is all but a waiting game.
Pretentious pretenders claim the throne,
Masses of rapscallions bare the witness.
Flowery words mask the worst of smells-
Bouquets deceive only a few senses.
Forgotten visionaries in pubs with jokers,
Toasting change and drinking powerlessness.
Reality pleads to be retaken-
Illusion topples all resistance.
Clocks stop, taking progress with them-
Stasis wavers over desolation.
Question marks pile sky high-
Air becomes thick with growing dissension.
Answers cry alongside solutions,
An unbearable burden of being invisible
Words rage relentless from invisible prisons,
Germinate and flourish in the waning fertility.
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