Id
I have dreamt of change
Of something more
I dabble in activities but all seem a chore
A daydreamer of conveyance
Wistful of the misshapen course of our lives
Persona non grata
Ambivalent to the world, trapped in eternity
Thoughts hammer at my core
Cloudless eyes perfidy my truth
What sound do thoughts make
An onomatopoetic poet clanging and clashing around in his own head.
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