The Mystery And The Madness

Beneath sharp and alluring skies

Amid the spoils of societies many misteps

Lost in the ravages of the speeding that is time

Rests the heart of all that has ever mattered

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Secreted away in the world of mysteries abundant

Hidden from the boring eyes of the greedy

Always lying just beneath the surface of what is and was

For only some may know its luster

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And yet for many it is the unsung treasure

A thing not seen but hunted to the ends of the Earth

Go beyond their limits to attain its migthy splendor

And appreciate it not once it is found

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But for some, it's found, and then lost just as fast

Like the sanity of the ill in some remotely hidden padded room

Held on such a pedestal it always has been

But never understood until it has absconded from view

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What is it

Why since the dawn of time has it been sought

Forget all that ye may expect once that door is pulled

For it is but a curse upon even the strongest souls

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Tis the season of mystery as it comes upon you

And one that will never make dammed bits of sense

Always probematic in its existence

Since the first to be infected by its raw essence

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Yet, all who breathe the air and marvel at the seas

Search for it in their tiny world of normal

From that first moment they quake and quiver in the knees

They know not the pangs of what they've brought onto thee

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For it is now that their very soul belongs to another

They have found the greatest source of unnatural pain

Love