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Beauty of My paradox  

You question what is real
And contemplate existence
Well I my friend
Don't have the answers 

Denying reality In truth I search
Who am I?
What do I seek?
Are the best of lies truth?
Is truth itself a lie?
Feigning order and control 
To secure a destiny that will seal my fate
Find beauty in my paradox
As absurd as it may be
My paradox 
Infinite in possibly 
Yet forbidden by consciousness

If chaos knocked at my door  Shall I let thee in?
Indulge in wickedness and fantasies?
Where can that possibly lead?

by: Thuy Cao