Here on the Anvil

Here on the anvil,

a small mouse awaits,

there’s never a conclusion,

only a altered state of reality smothered with disillusion

some pass,

some fail,

most will never understand,

the street sign are all in braille,

Covered the ground are littered lost dreams

and in our mind,

everything is as it seems,

 

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