Dumbfounded with doubts
Yet stern and stout
My mind being a mystic place,
I had no way out.
Amongst the silence was a cacophonical shout
Thoughts haphazardly taking the wrong routes
A TOTAL BLACKOUT.
Trying to figure out a perfect layout
I dribbled forward as if a scout
Relentlessly surging my speed throughout
But then there it was –
The whistle for the Final Timeout
Little did I envisage
That it was all just a silhouette:
Of an immortal intimidating past breakout.
No More Dream
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