Life sometimes seems like an odd dream, with a flawed logic.
But everybody seems to go with the flow, and so do you
The way people run in circles, calendars drawn on mirrors
Handcuffed by their watches
These memories are stored in my confused mind
They fade and pour their essence in my heart
Life sometimes seems like a very odd dream
And it makes me anxious to lose the drifting away lucidity
This is all very bizarre
And I want none of it
You're understanding how life works, but not yours
I might have foolish dreams
And even though they're about to end
At least they were mine.
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Mind Constellations
PoetryI can often be found hiding from myself in a mirror maze. And when that happens, my pen becomes my miracle. It's gray, moody and it gets raw. So enjoy this collection of mine!
