In the illusion of the borrowed life,
I was able to discover
The muttering, the galloping,
My so well-behaved but notorious remedy;
The insistence was to
Become a fool while narrating a story;
Empathetically, I could connect
Learn a few things, nice and easy;
There was no option of hibernation,
You either fall or end up making your own tyranny;
It was a limbo offering a lie at every step
Rendering a magnificent dream or malicious epiphany!
Do you want to know?
Do I want to know the truth or keep making history?