The Seeker

A perfervid caged lark,
Wandering through this contrived abyss, so dark.
A heart of gold? A heart of stone? A heart so tempestuous?
A gambler shrouded in darkness,
Playing his hands to please the masses.
Living in a world so fake,
He is bound to break.
A broken soul seeking his calling,
He’s unconsciously soaring.


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