PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

In this world of lies,

I feel helpless,

My soul wanders, bare,

When evoking sincerity, the forgotten truth.

Surrounded by masks that intersect,

In false smiles, empty words,

I seek the echo of honesty,

But find only cold shadows.

Each gesture is a performance,

Each word, a piece of theatre,

And I, in my nakedness of emotion,

Cry out for a space that is exact.

Sincerity seems a relic,

A jewel lost in the vastness,

And in the relentless search for truth,

My soul finds solitude.

In this world of lies,

Where the false is what prevails,

I feel helpless,

And my soul, unclothed, weakens.

Yet still, I persist,

In the purity of what I feel and say,

For I know that, in truth,

I find the only refuge.

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