THE FORTRESS OF BEING

What I had built, with unwavering faith -
I could have broken it, in one breath.
The reflection of being, this fortress of mine -
I know that it will slowly break.

Everything arranged in layers, 

the words of my mind stuck there -

even today, a bunch of pain.
That wall is painted with a coating of laughter -
The eternal guard 'conscience', forever awakened.

Desires are inside, in that inner palace -
Covered by the curtain of deceit,

no one has possession of it.
The fortress is very big, like life -
Never counted, there are as many -

empty rooms as there are.

All conscious thoughts, stand guard at night -
Even the arrow of hypocrisy, flew and bent.
My being, lives with the crown of dignity -
Incorporeal deceit, dancing intoxicated.

When the mind is old, the guards will leave -
The closed rooms of the mind, will remain -

like that later.
One day, as time passes, the curtain will fly away -
The innocent prisoners, will return to their homes.

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