Wondering how a crowd like ours driven with purpose and vigour,
Could sing such empty tunes, murmur such hollow words.
Seven hundred words spoken in a breath, grey and relaxed.
Embracing callously, declaring love piercingly
Without a trace of regret, nor an outline of apology.
The colours of the promises so often made,
Fade like the dying waves of an ocean
Leaving a mark, nevertheless. A stain to remember.
Tarnished and destroyed affairs lay abound,
Hidden behind the uncertain screams of loyalty and care.
Playful and relaxed words easily misconstrued
Knotted feelings, incapable of being untangled
Where did this sinister, black hole come from?
How did it manage to engulf us all so effortlessly?
The rising timidity in our will
Or the shameful envy hidden behind a façade of bliss
And yet through the murk and turmoil
A tiny part hidden deep in the realms of the spirit
Will always be forced to miss and remember,
Through desperate longing or want for a better world
Through the few smiles so frantically shared
Or the sincere applause in a moment of rarity
The disturbed hues of a mangled rainbow
In a moment of ecstatic symphony…
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