Profound Mystic
Watching the clock tick
I am surrounding myself with walls
unable to find a value
of life or matter
Its unfortunate really,
when the sun is shinning
and the wind is blowing.
The air that fills my lungs with life
is left outside.
Where am I going
When will I be found
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