World Oblivion

A Poem by April

Discovering the pleasures of escapism

Sometimes it's hard to welcome changes

And learn the art of letting go;

It's only fortune that arranges

And doesn't even let me know.

I need the key to solve the riddle

And make the scattered pieces fit;

I'm stuck somewhere in the middle

Between your truth and my deceit.

The answer's got, yet I'm not trying

To find the question that relates;

The escapism of my denying

Reveals the World Oblivion's gates.

© 2012 April

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Added on February 4, 2012
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April

St. Petersburg, Russia

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