Q u i d a m

Mirrors of backside

Shadows of clouds playing hide & seek,

the moisture of flint rays to peek,

and I look for my days outside.

life is a whirring sound,

constantly nagging to bounce,

i turned out to be the neutral kind,

escaping beneath their betrayal shades.

as for turning wheels,

i wheeze to freeze,

turns out i was getting played,

when the shadows of past—

mimic my smiles.

you can see, I'm a coward

as long as the greatest showman

acts like a bravest,

but I couldn't face the mask

lying beside.

showing me the errors of lenses,

freaking out,

breath in, breath out

so, I did the only thing to be good —

i ran away once again,

leaving the horrible lies.

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