Magical Thinking
It is as if the ceiling is cracking.
And the reflection in the mirror is lacking.
I don’t believe it is my family on the phone.
They are speaking in the wrong tone!
Or could all this be a reality that only exists within my sacrifice?
Of my inhibitions that used to keep my imagination from clanking like dice.
It is as if a shift is my well being.
Has created a universe that is receding.
It feels like I have been impaled by fog.
And that delusions are reaching through the windows to drag me into a bog.
And soon, I predict, there will be no hope left to walk upon.
I shall shift away from my family- this new fate I don.
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