Into the grand vortex I spin,
Seeing stars around
That I seen to hold
A base power pulls me behind
“It’s futile”, she told.

Static will I be,
All my days?
Souls so empty and cold
The sparkle dims in my eyes,
Fighting doubts and seeming bold.

Envy, Pride, Greed
What is it?
That grows on man like mold
Slash! Comes a sword,
Muse goes cuckold.

On an off-beaten path
Thrashing thorn bushes,
With a sickle of gold
Leaving the mind aside,
Letting the heart unfold.

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