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Introspection
I look in the mirror at my reflection,
I see inside myself, my introspection.
From where have I come?
From which direction?
Until now, I’ve avoided this self inspection.
What are my sensibilities?
My moral compass and abilities?
My consciousness, full of senility!
I have no peace! I’ve lost all my tranquility!
How do I recover?
Can my head be fixed?
I can’t explain it!
I’m so perplexed!
The road to recovery,
for years I’ve trekked!
I’ve gotten no closer.
My brain is wrecked!
I see inside myself, my introspection.
From where have I come?
From which direction?
Until now, I’ve avoided this self inspection.
What are my sensibilities?
My moral compass and abilities?
My consciousness, full of senility!
I have no peace! I’ve lost all my tranquility!
How do I recover?
Can my head be fixed?
I can’t explain it!
I’m so perplexed!
The road to recovery,
for years I’ve trekked!
I’ve gotten no closer.
My brain is wrecked!
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