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Mindless


No where to run, no where to hide

Holding on for my dear life

Words not spoken, only thoughts 

No sounds or people to come across 

It's nice and peaceful for a short time

Until I realize this is real life

Now holding onto my sanity

Separated and lonely as could be

No entertainment to distract 

Holding onto nothing but abstract 

Apprehension now takes its place

No one to see my fearful face

Holding onto memories

Thoughts of goals and aspiring dreams

No wonder why I am stranded here

Holding back involuntary tears

Fear has always held me back

No confidence in me to get on track

Holding on has been the cause

Past comforts lay in knowing results

No solidarity lies ahead

But suddently I raise my head

Comprehending how little I know

For this is nothing, it is just a show

Stuck and stranded, my mind disappears

For there is nothing to live for in constant fear

No longer do thoughts of wonder run through my head

Chasing a bird and making a bed

Sleeping soundly and dreaming happily

Reality escaping from me entirely

Stranded and stuck on an island

Never speak, always silent

Memories gone, a clean slate

Starting over, in a different mental state

Without people around and able to consult

I would become completely distraught 

By that I mean, completely crazy

Mindless and simple, everything hazy

One thing to take along, take my mind

Without it I can leave all else behind

It's not enough to live alone 

I'd prefer to erase all that I have known 

All that I have learned and aquired over the years

Take it away with all of my fears

Stranded, but healthy and happy as could be 

That- is all I would like to take with me 

 

 

 

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