By this illusion mind is deceived
Forgo the delusion. Grant the reprieve.
Reveries in darkness; release the grand facade.
My being is tired, my spirit ruptured and flawed.
Essence of craving, epitome of desire.
I've seen little else worth saving within this anguished fire.
Paradox of personality; instinct taking hold.
I seek the end to this banality for I am getting old.
Meaningless existence. Existential anxiety.
A choice between the carnal extreme and a life of abject piety.
Indefinite internal dissension; I grasp for rhyme or reason.
And thus I go on with private intention,
In pursuit of the last utopian season
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