Trivial nitty-gritties,
Cloud the somber,
Muddle the subtle,
Magnify the demons.
The demons walk,
Then they parade,
With a strut of confidence.
I, the muted, witness the dumbcharades.
Dreams on the backburner,
Reality in a topsy turvy,
Everybody, ready to be in a race
To topple the other, to juggle in the slurry.
Hush!a moment of silence,
Fire the gunshot - the melancholic arie,
Dreams dead,the race begins
Kudos-Kudos to the athletic acidity.
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