Thinking Pattern
When the biggest question is the perception,
When the biggest obstacle is your own mind,
The biggest enemy is your own body,
How to know when you’re happy,
Or just delusional, is this all just illusional?
The sweetest obsession is your own regretion,
Confide to you’re dreaming, and all is seemingly
Pointless and worthless, short lived and joyless
to the point of remorse and total disconnection.
Thinking of past, not sure about future,
Each day is a mist of your own hesitation,
Each morning is flow of unreal expectation,
The feeling of similar sweet degradation.
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