Starting To Finish As I End the Beginning
im at this point in my life
im sure you all know what im talking about
the place where reality
and life
hit you straight in the face
(with a sledge hammer to say the least)
its a shock
(to stick my fingers in the outlet)
and i hate the feeling of
realizing
(i need to change something)
under the face you see
is another
and another
and yet
another
i love masks
they soothe me
but now im looking in the mirror
and i see that they are melting
and scarring my face
(which seems is melting with them...)
how do i escape
a room without doors or windows
i know
by sitting in another room
without doors and windows
but then im stuck at asking again
how do i escape
when my escape leads me
back to the place i began not so long ago?
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