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My armour to preserve

One more to calm the nerves before

I try to seize the day

(If I could concentrate)

The hours turn to weeks

And when I self-critique it shifts

Into storm clouds of shame

But we know who's to blame

My shackles are my own design

With my eyes now to the sky

Drifting aimless upon this tranquil course

I am swaying in this sea

Of swirling paint that's remodeling me

These shackles hold nothing

My roots provided strength, stability

But now I drift irresolute in reverie

My former life was mired in greed, ensconced in pain

This spiritual migration severs me

Coat memories with shades of veneer

To insulate and then persevere

On canvasses that stretch 'cross the sea

We orchestrate this sham symphony

These shackles are paper ties

With my fire now in the sky

Burning reckless and sowing scraps of me

To the corners of the earth

Banishing promises, vanishing process, and stoking embers

I am the architect of dreams

My roots provided strength, stability

(But there's nobody there)

But now I drift irresolute in reverie

(To bring me up for air)

My former life was mired in greed, ensconced in pain

This spiritual migration severs me