To hazed illusions that blind the eye,
To false glories that have left me dry,
To pricked consciences that hide the hurt,
To shallow lies that have concealed effort,
To dreams dreamt with the woken mind,
To memories the heart won’t leave behind,
To the truth that beyond all else will stand,
To the misery that stays when the rest disband,
To the masked faces that fake true smiles,
To her voice that calls me across the miles,
To everything I am, and till date, was,
To everyone I loved; I bid byes, alas!
This day I die to take birth the next,
Character lures me in sinful pretext,
Molting the skin that has come to be me,
Perhaps tomorrow I shall yet be free.
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