Visions Blurred
-Love conquers all

In realities fabric is a room
Where all can be found in symbolism,
Caution! The doorway could lead to your tomb.

There is a mirror, reflecting schism
Revealing the face found behind the mask
Of lies told to keep the heart in prism.

There is a clock, telling those who would ask
A once upon a time that would be bridge
To walk the path as exact to their task.

There is a television, with image
Projecting a false life through a false scream
Falling over the ends of feeling's ridge.

There is a bed, filled with the sleepless dream
With apparitions of the hopeless parts
But ever corrupted by others scheme.

There is a necklace, bound to be by hearts
Given in care, but lost when embody
Aristocracy in feeling for arts.

There is a suit, fitting to the body
Flaunting figures without even a nod
Without sacrifice it becomes shoddy.

There is a hat, reminded of a God
Even with highest minds it is above
Inexorable in ways of facade.

There is a person, debating a love
Reminded of the workings of a room
Of a room needing to fit like a glove.

With all parts it's as sure as the rise of the moon.

“Love conquers all things; let us surrender to Love.”

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