An illusion of confusion.
I am not a torn rainbow, overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am i smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
Maybe I am lost in my self deluded magnificent ways? that could and seem to take only myself higher....?
all said and done, at least....I am No...cheap, heartless....or cold holding liar...
I am just...for ever more....chasing my fire.
poem by James Urwin
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