There is a blinking light atop
Highlighted through yellow.
The autopilot to be exact
On a road with not one single stop.
Worn and torn from the icy ground
Yet, one step leads closer
To a destination underground.
The physical body dragging its feet
Our energy is at a loss.
We see images of deceit,
So we topple over praying like sheep.
Does order need to be kept?
A question to be pondered
We want to be enlightened,
But we are scared for what lies in the depths.
This is my final statement, a true allegation.
Speak of your truth
The thoughts you tend to hide
Then look in the mirror,
And see the terror buried inside.
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