Poetic Disorder

Seeing the unseen

It doesn't have to be this way
You don't see what I see
And you don't feel what I feel
Can you just imagine this world
The world that's in my head
Or can you just erase it all
So that I can move ahead
And forgive myself for going in too deep
Like a blinded man
Trying to see the unseen
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I do sleep.
sometimes