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Alive

Awakened powers rise in dark hours
    As I give in to the night;
A vibrant hypnosis, scrolling psychosis
    Scenes unknown to light;
From unending mazes to puzzling crazes
    And horrors to frighten the soul;
Emotions released, let loose wild beast
    I feel alive and whole.
 
The morning sun forgets what I’ve done
    As I give in to the light;
A comfortable saneness, veritable plainness
    Scenes unknown to night;
From unchanging actions to vacant distractions
    And customs to strangle the soul;
Emotions restrained, rampant beast chained
    I feel bereft not whole.
 
There’s only one question that I’ve often asked
    Why slight the first to favour the last;
For in chasing daydreams, the more that I strive
    The less I recall when I’m truly alive.

Beyond The Glen
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