And again not in present anymire,
Willing to lose today,for the fancies of tomorrow,
Crafting yearns of tomorrow , amidst today's torpor,
Building happy paper boats,in today's drains,narrow.
Why am I lost?Or am I really lost at all?
Ecstacy of future , that hit oh so high,
Willful blindness ,perilously,close to abyss,ready for fall,
Pinch,and the bubble bursts,me alone and my walls.
My imposter self,smirking,holding the keys to door,
Mocking me,scoffing,daring me to shakle out,
Me with my golden cuffs,drugged,chained to the floor,
Comfortably numb,stuck,safe tucked in,sans doubt.
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