Gasping for breaths
That cannot be grasped
Chained to a tree of mere existence
To break free as an elephant can
But fear of what's beyond the fetters
Tangled in a web of lies
Told by the undercurrents of the mind
Windows closing until cocooned
A tomb? Or a chrysalis?
With each repeated utterance
One begins to believe
Grooves dig in deeper
Self-prophesized manifestations of the mind
Creating a tunnel of light
Or if lucky, creating a tunnel into the dark...
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