Iconbryant
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CATEGORY
life
In isolation,
time feels at rest,
like frozen waterfalls
and static hourglasses.
Under the veil of monotony,
we’ve become the oppressors
of our Freedom’s curfew;
in self-made prisons
slave to routines
and regimen.
In effort to remain
allegiant to world views,
we sacrifice our virtues
to build idols on touchscreens;
amour-propre erodes in sediment
In fact,
time is insufficient,
to pardon our passion
is like the raging of waterfalls
and the breaking of hourglasses.
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COMMENTS
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The Immortal Wize says: Timeless piece of art🔥 |
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