Struggle

Everyday turns to a philosophical questions,
The good and bad, and shades non-existent:
Right then wrongs, this is a chaotic disarray
Answers and questions, whisper through the times of grey,
Sing her your dreams,
Maybe she’d please
Ye, in this lair of truce,
Maybe truth will hold true.

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