“Turn Around”

by: Mizepifany

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Sending an invitation to danger

While walking down on two roads

Each step rips the soul apart

Losing identity as  the man broods

Confusion will arise

As to which path to settle on

Then being at a loss

For there’s no certain destination

With danger lurking around the corner

Seizing open cracks at a whim

Better to turn around now than later

Don’t wait for the lights to dim

Forever you will wander

Eternal searching of what could never be found

Forever darkness lays before you

Eternal death in which you are bound

Turn around now than later

Still the guiding Light calls and cries

Don’t wait until the lights go dim

Ponder these things and be wise

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“The Final Act”

by: Mizepifany

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It’s time for the final act,

Uproar of applause as you enter,

As if you are all that mattered.

Put on your best act to be remembered,

But the curtains never cease to close

When the final word is rendered.

Quickly as the spotlight denies its shining glory,

And the crowd withholds its eyes to see,

You have become one with the background.

In disdain, you drop the familiar character 

As clear as the bare floor, you know who you ought to be

But what pity, to the audience and stage, you are bound.

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“Waiting”

by: Mizepifany

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More seasons passed.

More time elapsed.

How long should I be waiting?

It got me thinking.

Will I ever be there?

Will I ever arrive?

I desire to conquer And not just to survive.

But You know I’ll still be waiting.

‘Cause I believe I’m next in line.

Yes, I’ll never get tired of waiting.

In time, I’ll be given what’s rightfully mine.

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Mirage

 by: Mizepifany

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Stop! Fall to the ground.

You’re already found out.

Stand up! Check everything’s  swell.

Yeah, all is well that ends well.

But, you think nothing’s gonna harm you?

Well, it’s your mind plays controlling you.

Better watch out and think hard.

Before you fall back again to the ground.

Realize all is misplaced and lost.

Nothing more you can boast.

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24 Past 7

“Twenty-four Past Seven”

by: Mizepifany

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With the strike of the hand, reveals 24 past 7,

Awakens a passionate soul beneath a calm and peaceful mien.

Though the heart screams and cries in all boldness,

But in cowardice, the lips dare not speak.

Travelling through thoughtless wonder, hope lights up a dream,

In the hands of courage, the heart and lips will someday meet.

Now the hand strikes unnoticed,  renders 42 past 7,

the revived soul gives in to the promise of Heaven.

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