Median...

Eccentricity dwells in the air,
Through which we shoot a bullet,
The cheering crowd is left with despair,
The mystery of inception to transit...

We dwell far from the median,
We despise the extremes,
We spectate mystifying illusions,
We mask what happens in between...

Noon is a time full of lies,
Dawn is glazed with the inception,
Dusk is the death of time,
The structure of the night is a dream of creation...

We survive for the march to glory,
With a hold on victory we hoist flags for appreciated individualism,
We flaunt just the fragments of virtue within our journey,
An immersing smile when the mundane dance to the tunes of our wisdom....

The red lipstick is perfect as it hides you grotesque face,
I raise my chalice in your name,
If you hide the base you'll save yourself the condescending gaze,
Embrace ignorance as this breed is already defined as insane...

I haven't cursed your insanity,
The toughest strive possesses them who dwell in between,
We adore antiquity,
We forget time is not pristine by a dream...

For it's them in between who paint the larger picture,
The species in between who can see all the dimensions,
Them in between who search for unattained pleasure,
Them in between who use the median as motivation...

The time in the median is masked,
The time from inception to transit,
The time draped with glorified cloth,
Eccentricity shot with a bullet...

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