Brushing the walls
Following the scents
Why is it that books lie
Their promises of other lands
are onion tears
unreal
My eyes betray me
My ears as well
My mind stays honest
Sharing with me imagination
Let the master of puppets go wild
Let the games begin
Lost faith, lost meaning
Waiting for a feeling
Waiting for a real unreal
The ship escapes its homeland
Searching for something else
Searches until the winds keep blowing
But it feels it no more
Until it sinks
And so,
The dragonrider cannot find his dragon
The mage carries a stick with no magical powers
The righteous knight finds no evil goblins and ogres to
battle
Scary rooms find no ghosts to project
Prophets find no gods to guide them
The damned sailor
reaches the end
digging through the layers
but he only finds
fake onion tears
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