The change was sudden -
Like the flash of a lightning bolt.
Then came the deafening roar,
And shattered my illusion with a jolt.
Perhaps all of it was not so abrupt.
After all, there were many hints
Strewn on my way. Transperence:
Is your quality; mine is the grey tint.
The word 'we' has been buried long and deep,
You and I are at different ends today,
Connected by that same thread, though.
Tugging at both sides, but not giving away.
Change is never without a cause,
Never sudden. The seeds lie in our eyes:
Waiting for that lightning to strike, for
The thread to break - and with it, all ties.
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