Far Ahead

[Tetsanosuke]

A profound reality
Relinquished by banality,
Caught in spider's silk
The web of humanity

Mingling in mindfulness
Lost in pauper's sleep
The pleading of the lost
The mercy of the weak

Moderation becomes the void
The middle empty of thought
The face of terror coined
In each and every single plot

Played upon by mad hatters
And sewn by seamstress' hands
The stars all well aligned
The workers' favorite bands

Inside the novel holiday
The sentience pervades
A feeling of larceny
In all the fairest parades

With a symbol for the pure
The mark of hidden disdain,
The common man keeps walking
As the clouds roll on in shame

Perhaps a better time
Lays far, far ahead
Until that moment,
The words will rhyme-
Until our needs are met

[Keena]

I have always admired the imagery you create.
Beautiful poetry, as always~!