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Here I go again, laying my head, on the line, how droll
As I rummage around for any last bits of my sorry soul

With the now vacant space my thoughts can roam free
But, no one is listening, so with silence, I cannot agree

Are not my thoughts not just voices, so I am not alone
The walls of my mind become a vast screen of my own

With the past and present flashing by, so future comes
Time have I to deliberate to the messages it succumbs

Each one of us, on our own path, chosen, or otherwise
Others amongst us, living their life under fake disguise

Does history repeat itself; yes, of that you can be sure
Will we ever learn, I am afraid for that there is no cure

Thoughts here, within my own self-made private space
As I'm severed from time, I can loiter at my own grace

This feeling of serenity is me as without contamination
All the facts before me without any missed information

Also, to see a life disregarding all the wrong diversions
But there is no pain, or anger, I forward my excursions

As I know I will return to this path of life all over again
When this time more knowledgeable of life's new reign

These grey walls around me as allude nothing from me
We can never change our fated lives unless we can see

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