A poem about...
steel_wings
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Slipping through,
Muddled,
Things ain't what they seem,
Today seems familiar,
Or is it yesterday,
Confusion,
Rainwater,
Washes all the colours,
Faces are just images,
No recognition,
Connections lost,
Can't find the right station,
Everyone talking,
Friday? Die-day?
I was at the fair?
Lost,
Can't pick up the thread.
Try to follow,
But no,
I've lost it,
And everything is dark again.
Muddled,
Things ain't what they seem,
Today seems familiar,
Or is it yesterday,
Confusion,
Rainwater,
Washes all the colours,
Faces are just images,
No recognition,
Connections lost,
Can't find the right station,
Everyone talking,
Friday? Die-day?
I was at the fair?
Lost,
Can't pick up the thread.
Try to follow,
But no,
I've lost it,
And everything is dark again.
"all the trees, can't see through all the trees"
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THE NEW CAR SMELL IS GONE!!!!
I usually smoke a joint and then pray when this type of feeling rears it's ugly head.
Healing is great way to meet new people. I liked reading you poem.
Reminds me we are not alone in our suffering.