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Without a mask
Drifting away in the depths of my mind,
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of my love,
I search within, seeking my essence,
Wandering aimlessly, seeking solace.
Then you found me, a serendipitous encounter,
Breathing life into my weary soul,
Infusing meaning into my weary existence,
Rekindling the fire that was beginning to fade.
Now here we sit, across the table,
Yearning for time to pause its relentless march,
Listening to the rhythmic beat of our hearts,
Longing for a moment, unmasked and free.
For in your presence, I find liberation,
A sanctuary where pretenses dissipate,
No longer a need for a facade,
I eagerly await the return to my true self.
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of my love,
I search within, seeking my essence,
Wandering aimlessly, seeking solace.
Then you found me, a serendipitous encounter,
Breathing life into my weary soul,
Infusing meaning into my weary existence,
Rekindling the fire that was beginning to fade.
Now here we sit, across the table,
Yearning for time to pause its relentless march,
Listening to the rhythmic beat of our hearts,
Longing for a moment, unmasked and free.
For in your presence, I find liberation,
A sanctuary where pretenses dissipate,
No longer a need for a facade,
I eagerly await the return to my true self.
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