There is beauty in the uncertain glance.
There is a storm that brews in your stance.
A call to escape the beauty of the enveloped glee
A striking glance of the enclasped mirth, one could not fathom to see.

You cry, you wail, you bemoan the existential mirth of this mortal bane,
You pray to every god of the universe for the things to cease to stay the same.
Every prayer yearns for your soul to be free.
To feel the sunshine on your skin, to laugh in the radiant glee.

Oh, the dance of the chimaera of the myriad of contradictions we breathe,
One minute, we are crying over spilled milk, the next, we laugh over our past deeds.
I stride onto the tunes of the beating drum, one that, in echoes of ecstasies, beats.
In radical acceptance of who I am, to win the war in callous battles of ego, I embrace the backseat.

For the universe knows in its depths that your heart is true,
The one with malice does not know how divinely you are held by the universe in its sinew.
I keep my side of the street clean, knowing the life I dream of will eventually find its way.
And if you ever have a chance of hurting them like the way they did, I hope you choose to walk away.

Walk away with grace.
Walk away knowing you are held in divine embrace,
Walk away, not because you are weak, not because you want to escape in plain sight.
Walk away because you are the beauty of radiance, knowing no one can dim your light.

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