A Bland Adventure


Courtesy: aquasixio.deviantart.com/art/The-Orchestra-396885327

Being a part of something grand,

as adventures turn bland.

Your mind: away it wanders,

as blood becomes sand.

All you want is to smile

and be happy,

you turn senile

as you wait,


You hope for a plan,

some power divine.

Inside your tree,

nothing but a weak vine

As you see all faces smiling,

as you see an undying light,

you pick your mask, put in on

and give in, with no fight.


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