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My original poetry, written and spoken by me, Scott Bradley (@naquoya).

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THE DANCE OF DESTINY AND FATE

My thoughts
My voice
A stream of consciousness that must get out
A river wild
Or paddling stream
A mix of all and nothing else
And forgotten once more
The winding door
The mirrored entrance
The mirrored floor
But I can still see
Of course I can still see
A shadow lies waiting
As it calls out my name

The shadow figures arrive in unison; one, two, three
An emergence of thought voiced in between
All colours are showing,
And muddled thoughts return
Resigned to a fate
That shows no sign of abating
Making peace with my lack of peace
With my lack
That's the wrong mindset I am constantly reminded
Ask and you shall receive
Unless you don't, that is
And I don't

Not every window looks out to the darkness
Some are still boarded up
Covered up
Unable to show me anything at all
So I imagine the scene
I fill in the blanks
It's my world, always has been
I've stopped asking, begging, dropping to my knees and pleading
It always ends in tears
So I put it there; in here, in my own world
Where the rules are in flux
Constantly being rewritten by my state of mind
But it's all I have, although I did ask for more
For something different.
To imagine a better world.
I'll go to my grave imagining a better world