What, That Was?

Looking through the portals of my mind
I feel as though I may be going blind
If every day, do I see the same
Then what recalls the portal's name?

More to the point, where is the now?
A moment upon my furrowed brow,
To speak again with those who fade
Must I wish for the debt to be paid?

Is there time now for me to care?
Is there chance for a soul to bare
What pause must be given with you in mind
Yet you take and take, and far behind

I'm sick of all the popular speak
Condemned to live the life of Freak
Finger on the conscious nerve
Navigating through with skill and verve

The crowd gathers to watch in awe
As I deftly avoid the gaping maw
Spectacle makes for exciting life
Filling a hole, void of strife

Respectfully I take my leave of you now
Hearing the applause I take a bow
The lights come down and curtains fall
As I fade away in to shadows tall

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