Mt. Focus

There I lie, stuck in quicksand
Watching my unfinished home
Easier to lay here, give up on effort
Ignore all time Flown

But now, I realise
that comfort is Masquerader

Assassinator of potential
of my true self
My true self
True self!

There's no choice but to erupt from care
And vanquish present fears
Time to form past ash into lightning
And make lava out of tears

Powerful force! Positive charge!
The heart explodes in all directions, the Rhinos stampede!
Out of mind's eye, the muse not seen
Yet there she is observing
With great amusement, amusement and glee

I released
That I forgot that comfort is Masquerader
Assassinator of potential
of my true self



Credits
Writer(s): Chris De Souza Jensen
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