Blurred Lines
Never settled
Ghost-like
Glazed, motionless
Life torn, life worn
Tired
Just plain tired
Hustle and bustle no more
The Jones's a distant memory etched on his lonely mind
Dusty remnants of the proverbial hamster wheel
Pain unseen yet so real
No release
No respite for feelings falling like shattered glass
Shards piercing in crimson red
Distant
Always distant
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