Junket

Look forward
 
The individual piles of independence
Considered necessary for lunacy
Yet are essentially illusions to distract
 
Our meaningless
Here's There's and "In-between's"
 
We gather 
 
Sort Lift 
Lay Discard 
And mourn things 
 
While people lay hold to broken hearts, 
Such vicious dialogues in former halls that echo despairing emptiness
 
We socialize
 
Build ye 
Climb ye 
Ladders Ascend
 
Social cliches embrace foil 
They decorate tin hearts which hold no shine
 
We mull events
 
Dull the senses
Junket the abode
Such are shiny trinkets
 
Treasures rust pale and dissolve
There is no comfort
 
Be an island independent to the needs wants and hope of others
 
Fill carry
sort ignore
The simpering illusion
 
Judge Ye, Condemn ye, and tarry long in illusions of the junket
Empty eyes stare back
 
They cannot build, grow or embrace, such are truly empty foil, ragged and sharp
 
Pirates
Doubloons
Adventures
 
Typical junkets into fantasies fulfilling
We are rife with such emotional thievery
 
Imprisoned are those that never leave the vague fancies of a short sighted mind

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