tryin’ to think
playing everything on shuffle
maybe times are on PM
morning and i’m tired
writing some lines in line before i return
sometimes i look in the mirror
and I see castles, castes, social class,
mysterious fellows in bright alleys
I see; I see oceans and crowds, gold and glory,
miles of toy houses ten stories tall
a swirling picture and I withdraw
I see everything except me
Where am I inside?
Would you tell me with ardent zest
of life like dulce et decorum est?
(tell me)
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