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lost


Tomorrow when I wake, 

I find myself inside a maze.

A big maze

No end

There is a voice, calling me 

In all directions.

Above

Front. Back. Side. 

Below

Pulling me every way

Each has its flatteries

And each has its fallacies

 

Tomorrow when I wake

I will stare into a mirror

Looking back at me is a face that sees

Above

Front. Back. Side

Below

Pulling me in every way

Each is my reality

And Each is my destiny

 

 

 

 

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