What we are is still unknown
as colored spots on the roads we move
powered by a deluded view
dazed eyes falling bodies
stuck with feelings
tamer tamed in apparent frustration
take refuge in silent thoughts as
kidnapped from our minds
lost in its labyrinth
properties and glances away
we have built temples, dug the world
inventing traps finirci
in the words of their private value
making improper use of any real use
anniversaries as often senseless
relief valves calibrated
march safe and strode away from direct
ourselves
spots by Luigi Fiore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
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