Hidden visions beyond reason.
Sight of truth: Lost
Found the lie that is my honesty.
Benign tumor of philosophy.
Forgotten the fires of youth.
Given up on fruitless passions.
No more tears.
Just empty fears.
Old. White. Man.
Flying away from the ideology of my past.
Into the sun I melt.
Skin separates from muscle.
Muscle separates from bone.
Bone becomes dust.
Dust goes to the wind.
I. Am. Nothing.
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