I hoard minutes
in a prison of digits
where the bars are prisms
and the lights, delights.
I weigh bliss
on a scale of cause
where the weights are loss
and the needles, flaws.
I count peace
on a tally of smiles
where the lines are lies
and the equations, deceptions.
I look too close
yet I see very little
I feel too much
yet feelings, riddle.
ecstasy eludes
as I stalk its scent
taunting me
while smiles around ascent.
now I'm chasing Melancholy
and she's chasing me back
running around in circles never ready to attack.
Splendid work ๐๐พ๐๐พ
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