My Mind Is Sick
Where am I?
Where is my mind?
Why can’t I feel
that which I touch?
Each morning I wake
Bewildered - What world am I in?
Which is the real reality?
I stand still
As the world spins around me
Faster and faster
Colours ablur
I lose my grip
My sanity claws for respite
But even this, begins to to slip
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