Sitting staring without a thought, pretty darn boring so I felt what
was not. Contemplating activities of daily life, yet the answers were
so trivial I almost lost sight. What’s going on inside my head, perhaps
a tiny victim trapped within. I gave him a key so he would see,
but only to find a world of much misery.
Hiding out without a worry but soon to discover life can become mighty lonely.
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