I pluck these strings to bear the lease of life,
Because the vibe is like a high I can't
Deny. It soothes the storm araged with strife
In time enough to give recant in pant
I walk on finger tips of pain thru halls
Baroque, awake in sleep but sleeping light,
Ashamed to see portraits of kin on walls
Who stare me down with cold unflinching sight.
With Janus-face, I see both sides against
A glass darkly, in view and out it fades
Absent proper pressure applied to wage with sense
Inorder to find the tune that grants upgrade.
I search and search this world to find the road
Less traveled--Hope, a guide to dreams untold.
-MMF
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