Oblivian
Standing outside of myself, I'm looking at me
I'm somewhere between lost and free.
Devastation seems to be how I got to this place;
I look in the mirror at me, but I see a different face.
All by myself; even when others are around.
I carry what I can; where I am is where I can be found.
The further I get from reality, the clearer I can see.
People look like they are talking, but all I hear is me.
I guess I never even knew me; I'm having a meeting of my mind.
If I had a choice of what lies ahead, then contentment I hope to find.
Peace and beauty within me, as I carry myself with pride.
Everything I say and do is on impulse; I have nothing to hide.
I am sending this shout out to all who wish to know,
It was through this time of oblivion, that I was able to grow.
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