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An emerald island shining in the golden sun,
illusions scattered in the noontide.
Forests and hillocks, tumbling waters and
bountiful fruits: a false Paradise.
Splintered prisms, rainbows in flight,
flickering through the heavy air.
Mists in the green, a bitter fantasy caught
between a daydream and a nightmare.
With amnesia, we search for an escape
without knowing why.
Imprisoned in a never-ending story, a
misplaced conclusion, distant and elsewhere.
Sheep without a shepherd, sacrificial lambs
in the gardens of unknown Gods.
Someday, we will find our way through this
halcyon cruelty and find our escape.
Someday, after the journey’s end, we will
finally find our way back home.
But with amnesia, we search for our escape
without knowing why.