Unpredictable Darkness
But alas, I sit in this barren, cold room.
Very much solitude.
No sun, no moon.
Storm nor shine do I find.
Dark nor light existing.
Just space, space and confusion,
doubt, and worry.
Running, chasing invisible dreams.
Dreams so unreal, dreams so unseen.
It's all so unpredictable.
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