the conversion
from worm to winged
comes at a price
dark corridors of soul
scaling rock walls
to higher heights
ascension
perched on aeries
peering below
at the multitude
seemingly contented
appearances deceive
vernacular
humanity as fireflies
flickering lights
mesmerizing few
the dream remains
money, success
queries swarm in minds
like hornets nest
meaning of life
vanishing like smoke rings
against a peach bellini sky
house, car, picket fence
pipedreams
galaxies awaiting discovery
yet cushioned seats
draw me in
lulling into a stupor
of meaninglessness.
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