Bliss

How ironic that this world is comforting yet suffocating at the same time.

What bliss it seems to close my eyes forever,

Like a flower bloomed, 

wishes to wither away faster,

Like the sand in an hourglass 

wants to slip away quicker,

The world’s in a nutshell of time.

Those who chase it are lost to it forever

One can’t outrun its arms 

when they’re wrapped around it in ever.

Everland, a myth 

carrying candles of wishes for it to turn into reality.

Wrap us in its slumber, 

fantasise us a whole new actuality.

The candle flame on my table flickers,

like my faith in humanity.

What can one do surrounded by inequality?

To end it all sounds like bliss, 

a gratitude-filled kiss as the ground beneath me shifts.

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[Lara]

To everything there is a season. Flowers. Candles. Even despair...
But a season only. 🪶