Constantly
In a constant state of pain
dragging through each day.
I ask where are the city lights
the fog and rain clouds?
The thought surrounds me
the feeling of despair hits home.
On the day you die you wonder
about these things
constantly
Where are the clowns and rainbows
How does the matrix of life affect me
On the day you die you are visited by
the ghosts of the unknown and forgotten
your curiosity goes unfilled
as does your thirst and need for coherence
On the day you die you lose hope and focus
as you slip through crack in time it self.
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