Scattered words in fragments, cutting through, Words and waiting make a perfect duo!
Life is perhaps a gamble or a house of cards, As familiar on the outside as it is strange within its shards.
All the world's enchantments and illusions, The fiercer they grow, the stronger my desire for escape's conclusions.
Where shall I flee? Every direction surrounds me!
All around, the colors of greed and lust...green upon green, I pretend not to think, not to see, as if I'm truly naive and keen!
Of course, life is just fragments of pretense at play, A gathering of false saints and mystics like me in every way!
The desire to disappear burns stronger than the strength to flee, Yet they say only I must answer the final call, only I hold the key!
So without a word, I step toward that path, The path that was meant, they say...for someone else's wrath! Still I walk on, perhaps we'll meet again on the road!