My World
My mind misplaces memorable moments
Names, dates, and childish desires
I learn to outgrow my momentous moments
Awards, accomplishments, and achievements
Yet, I do not yearn to regain my meaningful meditations
Hopes, long lost dreams, and incredulous ideas
Physically, there is no damage
Wondering, watching meloncholy strangers, and idle conversations
But mentally, something is missing
Identities, love, and meaning
A mixed mayhem in my mind
Where, Who, and What am I?
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