Hanging on the wall

No one can change the world it’s been round for billions of years

I got lost on the runways of time

looking for an answer to why

I felt only the numbness of tiny white pills

Succumbed to their apathy self awareness that kills

Confused by a hundred echos playing pinnacle in my mind

Separated at birth It’s me I’ll never find

Yet I keep searching far and wide,

Nether regions and deep inside.

Until the song I hear all day and night

Stops playing backwards and finally rewinds

And the lyrics will be the final words I write

For now I search every picture I see

For inside there. Sitting alone somewhere

Is always me

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