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“Saw it Finally”
Tender thoughts
As I think of something
Unknown by the masses
Definition kept a secret
I
A journey yet so long
And yet still not here
Nothing yet to see
Nothing yet to declare
II
Searching for a pathway
Far from the light
Movements unseen
Trek through the night
III
Tiptoe steps taken
Meaning there are no prints
Breathes held within
Meaning there are no sounds
IV
Progress measured in inches
Meaning progress is small
But progress is occurring
Meaning success will surely come
V
Sneaking past the watchers
Too bored to care
They notice not a thing
For their attention is elsewhere
VI
A secret journey taken
In search of unknown booty
Motivations withheld
So as to maintain the confusion
VII
Tick-tock by tick-tock
Time moving on
When will it end
Answer unknown
VIII
Booty in the mind’s eye
Booty in the hand
Booty filled the heartened chest cavities
Of the booty seeking junkies
IX
This way and that way
Which way to go
Twisting and turning
Destination still unknown
X
Digging for a clue
Hunting for a lark
Sussing for the shadow
Of the elusive booty’s container
XI
Searching for a choice
Through an unknown path
Rolling down the hill
There’s no turning back
XII
Rear view mirrors
Left off trail
Step by step pushing onward
Albeit at the pace of a snail
XIII
Lungs wide open
Eyes on the hunt
To discern the truth
Must outpace the lies
XIV
Cascading into the shadows
Couldn’t face myself
Castigated by reality
Crippled by doubts
XV
Fantastical voyage
Keep moving on
Motivations keep changing
For this journey has been long
XVI
Impossible to suppress
Emotions that are true
Bubbled to the surface
Cover now blown
XVII
Voices reveal hidden truths
Suppressed for far too long
Internally we already knew
That actions were entirely wrong
XVIII
Cover-up for the sake of others
Dare not let them in
Lights purposefully left un-engaged
Until the journey begins
XIX
Living in manners so false
So as to appease the mass
A miserable existence for much longer than an instance
Not much longer can this continue on
XX
Feet now orientated in a forward direction
Important first steps now done
All but impossible to turn around now
For the sun is out in full force
XXI
Shadows recoil in terror
Their cover is now too small
This reality was but inevitable
Though you still tried to deny
XXII
Nodding along to perfection ideals
Mourning goals that you’ll never achieve
You lack of perfection destroys your erection
Your heightened trajectory forever stymied
XXIII
A tear for sympathy
A tear for relief
A tear for forced acceptance
A tear for infinite new beliefs
XXIV
Who will stay and who will go
You can’t say either way
All you can do is all you can do
Acceptance is now your most trusted ally