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Illusions Of Freedom

Silver illusions fall from above
Slowly igniting the passions within
My heart races as the first of many begins to caress my face
I feel one than another than yet another
All I can think of is nothing
All I want to think of is nothing

With each drop I fall further away
Further away from good and bad
From hopes from dreams
From disappointments and Worries
All that is and all that was fades away
And all I can think of is nothing

Their consistency slowes and diminishes
I long for this moment to last forever
But it does not
And I am left once again
Alone and Immersed
With all my burdens to bear
And all my troubles to hide
And I wish all I could think of was nothing

David James Potter

Copyright ©2003 David James Potter

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