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My mind escapes me

It seems to be roaming in conversations

A nod here and a smile there

All seem to suffice

Because at the core

People are but full of themselves

My thoughts isolate me

Run me into memories I never dream of

A selected reflection

A fragmented perfection

Tiptoeing on forgotten conversations

Running along with no e-motion

I tread on battered ground

Seeking for a way out

This maze of my mind seems to get lost

Wake, eat, sleep that's a dead job

Till my dreams awaken

And tear away at my spirit

I'm longing to wake up.