[263] Swan Song

Days of explorations turn into nights in a blink
Unexpected wisdom arises from low expectations
Childish hands over your closed eyes
and you go through the rapture
finally looking through all that you blocked

Whispering secrets
False promises
Ignorant bliss
Careless smiles
Carefree presence
A natural state

It comes back in monosyllabic dreams
You’ve lost the skill of interpretation
Satisfaction is fleeting
Breakthroughs break your brain
The want of more trumps the need of less
The childish hands were in the water
with you for too long
wrinkling all your lost and found resolve

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