where am i now ?
where does this lead?
what do these awnsers mean ?
are they a compromise with truth ?
do they veil my fears ?
the air smells stale of rot
clouded and overrun ,is my mind,
bare , arched and surreal ,
the door is locked now,
as i lay awake in the shadows,
ticking away these moments,
with every step out of line and futher away,
as the green turns to brown ,
i did not remember the beginning
and i dont know where it ends
only a miracle could fill these spaces
only a miracle will save my mind
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