"History repeats itself" but, do I have to allow it or not, is the main point why I need a lot of thinking to do...
I’m stranded on the jagged edge of reality
clinging to the echoes that drawn in mist of midnight
teetering on a mirage of self-awareness
striping away memories yellowed with the varnish of time
mired in the fog of denial
shackled to heartbreak’s tarnished dreams
wondering if I will ever awake from this nightmare
and query why it is that I am not asleep
(It just goes to show that what I do is unrelated to what I know and my feelings don't have a brain...)
