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Illusion

It has made me a captive
A struggler
In a shoreless sea of toil
My heart longs to cry out loud
But vainly struggles for voice
I would speak
I would shout
But speech breaks not into sound
I cry out baffled
I cry out frazzled
But mercy’s hard

Slowly the clutches are loosened
I follow a vague trail
And take it as a guide
To reach the near light
But always return back
After a full circle of life.

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