Never Lost Yet So Found

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?


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