How, why, was that who I am? Gradual decay of truth – undetected. Inching away further and further. Come back! No, go... Is this only all there is? Instinctively on this cadence of chaos. Illusive love and cryptic chaos Cause me to probe who I am. Grasping so tight; yet is my restraint able to go undetected? I let go—accept to let go Where lies quiver and escape further. It’s true, the further I sprint from chaos, the more hope arises to go And find somewhere where I am Free. Where love isn’t undetected. Where love is and always is.
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