What
if this was my last day to breathe?
Of
inhaling and exhaling I am an expert at,
Of
a few expectations from even fewer relationships,
Of
my unfulfilled dream and my wasted being…
It
appears to be a dilution of something,
Or
a delusion of a powerless and incapable me,
A
dilution of the fortitude of my mind,
A
delusion of my mind’s imagined realities…
A
schizophrenic mind listening to life’s last serenade,
A
seeming salvation leading through a lonely arcade,
A
stagnation, a realization of an unrealized dream,
A
lonely fight with myself, a self-pitying scream…
A
continuance of the superficial existence,
Of
a mechanical motion guided by a clueless mind,
Of
a million roads that lead to nowhere,
A
body crippled with irrationality, roaming everywhere…
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