"picture"
For hours I gaze at this see-through wall.
Eyes glued to sum picture there, like a television screen...
Thoughts speeding through my mind, as the seconds tick away the time...
When will the sky finally fall?
And will I ever be first in line?
The images play out before me-
From sane to sick insanity.
Is this at all for real? Or is it just a dream?
If I can awaken from this sleep-
The next dream will be mine...
The question I'm still unsure of.
The answer is still, "I dunno."
The world is spinning backwards-
Its insides are out of control-
I realize now,
I'm some ones favorite T.V. show....
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