life's a film, but i'm just a viewer,
from the backseat, i watch it all blur.
past months meld into a hazy array,
lost in the scenes, i've forgotten the way.
no memories cling, no moments define,
a spectator in time, i merely recline.
disconnected, i'm a ghost of a soul,
in this narrative, i struggle to control.
days merge seamlessly, no distinct lines,
in this surreal movie, my identity declines.
i yearn for clarity, a glimpse of the real,
but i'm stuck in the backseat, just trying to feel.
i watch my life from the backseat,
a spectator to days that blur and blend,
months pass, a haze of forgotten moments,
i drift, a ghost in my own story.
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