So many questions:
Machiavellian thoughts
Hide answers away.
Padlocked clarity,
Practiced insincerity:
A lie that's told twice.
A blind man's foresight
Precious liminality
Bridges possible.
Riddles, reasons, why
Truth's the best established lie
A game lacking rules.
Sunscreen kills a tan
Ev'ry ground is sinking sand;
Pleasure kills a man.
Too many questions
Answers lie just within reach
But fear shortens arms.
Too many answers
Make living a fearful chore
Too little comfort.
Armchair sanity
A middle both round and soft
Our aspiration.
With such lofty goals
Hands doomed to tremble, reach short
It's said life's a beach.
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