Thoughts
Confusion swirls within a globe of glass
The Earth or human mind, perhaps
Whither whilst we wait on times long gone
Ages flow over us like a lovebird's song.
Further and further we drift away
From thought into reality.
But if reality is what is real,
How is that supposed to make us feel?
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