It's that puzzle you carry around
Like a jigsaw,
You stared upon the world of the broken
In search for that final piece
You could only see
In your own reflection
Deep down in the Lacune
You gave It a scar
And a smile
Bearing the Universe as it's crown
You reached in out of tune
For the other side had no waves to tell the shifting shades of truth apart
And so came only lies
As you refused to face the only real answer
That You possess the final scene unveiled already
And the piece that was missing at the end
Was in Your best interests to think of anything better...
And We glossed the resolve right over
Hanging around your neck,
You wore the answer to your own deepest question
And it wasn't a cross
And It isn't Death either
...
But the Heart The Philosopher mistook
As merely hidden Treasure
©palewriter
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