** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I move out into the fray, Hoping to find somehow a getaway, A last trip to the great beyond, Instead called back into the small pond,
Unable to move and unable to stay Why can't I just make it all go away? But I am anchored, by the thing That I created, on a whim
The beauty of my creation I succumb to its temptation Unbalanced by the strength Of what it brings me at length
A smile I can make Although the truth it's a fake But it still manages to free The love within me.
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