Reflecting in the glass,
of pain and agony,
and a contrasting hope.
A red-lit arena of hollow youngness.
In it, I live many lives.
In it, I search for self.
My wanton ambition,
intercepts my reality,
of darkness and abnegation.
Now, I try to fly.
way, way up high.
I try to fly,
beyond boundaries
that I don't conform to.
A futile indulgence, or
a fierce hunt for nirvana?
What is it?
What is it?
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