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Recreation
My spirit screams in the dark,
screams and yearns for a change.
It seeks to escape this shell wherein it is contained,
imprisoned;
it desires to explore the Otherworld.
Observation from the astral planes of subconscious,
displayed in the colors of essence,
a lesson learned that none normally would experience.
My spirit is a stowaway on Life,
a form hidden in the shadows of the Unknown.
It views Life from obscure angles,
some enlightening, some disheartening.
It peers upon the magic of Love and Happiness,
and eyes the tragedies of Hatred and Sorrow.
It catches everything and treasures the knowledge.
It makes the journey from our world to that of the Otherworld.
It learns the lessons of the gods,
the meaning behind its existence.
The path clears and opens unto a Synthetic Heaven,
stemmed from the inner-belief of advancement after life.
In an eternal paradise of hidden sub-thought,
my spirit lives on under the Rays of Reality.
Beautiful poem. Good word choice and it was written very well. \m/ - Aya