Sidewalks...

The gleam of a golden path,
Leading me to the illusionist mist,
Circles of light that arouse my heart,
As real as the blood flowing in my wrist,
Yet no thing's quite real...

All that's real,
All that attracted me to the possible game,
But it's responsibility I fear,
Disturbing my vain,
Vanity with no base ...

You believe you're not there yet,
But the morrow is always deceiving,
But once you've embraced the beauty and do not fret,
You'll be there once you start believing,
Yet a lifetime is never quite enough...

You'll never quite awaken from you siesta,
The reverie remains the same,
Life's quite an underrated fiesta,
The birth of love is the inception of vain,
Yet we linger through hatred...

The road is just dressed with prosperity,
Prosperous with a macabre undertone,
You'll never start believing,
Even when you're actually on the road,
Yet even unity has a mind of its own...

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