Sometimes, "Life on the Edge" works out. This pioneer lived undisturbed into its golden years.
Bars and fences
Walls and towers
A deep sky, a shallow puddle
Tracks and seams
Wear and tear
Sky blue, blood red
Real and reflection
Trapped and taunted
Right before your eyes, impossible to reach
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Once in a dream I was lost in an asylum. I passed through door after door, seeking the way out. Finally, I made it. But my relief turned to horror. For suddenly I knew--with that knowing that we only have in dreams--that, even in the boundless outside, I remained within the asylum. There was no way out.
I was awakened by my struggled scream.
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