I feel stuck in a nonexistent rut
Stuck and tangled in a loose web within my mind… blurring the lines betwixt realities and my dreams
Wants, hopes, and nightmares
It’s the consistency of full-on unpredictability and no mans land
The heart wells in bursts of blood, yet not a single pulse to beat the drum within the bounds of pace and rhythm
My mind urns for all that I may never possess… never win
– so far out of reach, no thief could pit pocket a pocketer… the object
Object of oblivion with a purpose
Trying to make cents out of nonsense
A dollar without the coin, a dolla dolla bill and no value
All in a well of no gravity
A confusion and mixup
Do I really deserve the best?
Or… am I being punished?
Everything seems so far away, yet I have hope
Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and be grateful for now
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