Thoughts Thoughts, tick-tock running through my head,
a journey if you will into the darkness of my subconscious,
into the person I am or personas,
each having multiforms each are multilateral,
but there is no balance between them,
no wall to isolate them,
like a motion picture, images are played in
rapid sucession, are these my memories or
just fragments of memories mixed with
fabrication, have I been lied to, or have I
lied so much even I fool myself,
Everything has become distorted, I've lost my
reason, why fight to save the world if the
world is far from being saved, my friends
will watch my fall, my heart begins to
disintergate, for I am only a Plank between
One and Predition.
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