another poem
Darkness has been added to my morning,
Tiring my poor confused heart.
Rushing at high speeds through country,
Not knowing whats real and whats art.
Eyelids starting to droop to a close,
Heart with more questions to ask.
Rushing at high speeds through a crowded room,
Not knowing whats real and whats a mask.
Body descends into dreaming,
Mind goes to visit the dead.
Rushing at high speeds through my very own mind,
Not knowing whats going on in my head.
Finally coming to my senses,
Soon i will be more awake.
Rushing at high speeds to find out,
Not knowing what decisions to make.
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