A thousand thoughts swirling in my mind
They trespass into the realm of reality.
They make me look what I am not
There's chaos in the sea of tranquility.
Ride on the ridges of time
thriving on white emptiness
you thwart reigns of structure and logic
with utmost subtlety and finesse.
Here, look, what you have done!
Unfettered this prisoner of spacetime
He now bathes in the mirage of Utopia
cleansing himself of perfunctory grime.
He sets out to do his Master's bidding
naively undaunted by untested waters.
He flirts with Danger, the dusky beauty,
one of his Master's many daughters.
His Master is a serial arsonist;
He ignites every open mind he dwells.
He's the charioteer to his own ironic slave
riding the horses through boos and yells.
They enter the battlefield with the World as their foes
They let out a battlecry that shudders every soul.
The fiery Master is Himself the weapon
their army as much as white on coal.
And yet they take on the mighty Earth,
blazing their way through the mundane hostility.
They slog, they fight, and in the end,
the adversary bows down with all humility.
The pen, they say, is mightier than the sword.
But to whose melody are inklings a symphonic choir?
The ink of a pen has paper to rest, the sword has the sheath.
But does a Thought rest anywhere, as it spreads like wild fire?
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