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  • Andrey Psyche

What's Your Game?



Music is the dye that brings colors to this life

Music give a reason to the answers we surmised

Of spectacles, and lingered sighs

Forever dormant in the eye of the beholder that decides to bring together from a line of fallen,

sleeping, wistful times into a string of pure white lies

Accept the chances

Denied the glances

Reached out for something pure divine

To reach a point of helpless grandeur that bled its riches from each pore

To find oneself a naked rambler

To stand with nothing but your soul

At times look back and see the changes but mostly leave them in the past

What once was dreamt and seemed so special, reserved forever past our grasp

Become mundane and of the normal

What's next?

I ask you,

What's your game?



Poetry by Psyche

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