Stranger's Things

There is a certain point to reach
With objective faded from the eye
Morality that's got no lesson to teach
Sleepless daydreaming implores time wasting by
 
I defy the voices, in silence overheard
One way conversations of questions without words
The answer always is a second guess
Rhetoric of quietude and less

Rationality ripped into reverse
And the shadows streamline with a glow
Lights shine out into darkness perverse
Charades of the watchers beneath far below...



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