Medium
Turn up the volume
My life is at medium
I can't to seem to hear myself dream
I might also need glasses
Because I can't seem to focus
I could see the path so clearly
Now it's all a blur
My taste for life's fruit has gone sour
It all smells stale
I feels like forever since I've beheld love in my heart
So intangible
So ethereal
Like waking from a dream it fades with time
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