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Reciprocating
Looking at life from a high off flight,
With tunnel vision the strength of satellites,
Focusing on distant light,
While sounds of blackness keep crashing,
Ripping through my mind,
While lacking compassion,
Press forward is a behavior I believe,
And pinching to awake from this dream,
Too far away to reach,
Is an answer I tried to preach,
Blinding lights fly passed my eyes,
Creating a false sense of hope,
That I am the one,
I have been chosen,
Completely lost in all direction,
Still creating false perceptions,
My life is so perfect,
It just escaped my attention.
M. Stefano/2017
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Mario Stefano
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