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Imaginary Me
Dark and unknown, he stands alone,
Can he be lost if he has never been found,
Young, but now grown, dark flesh and bone,
King of his prison the familiar ground,
We stare to the ocean, maybe in hope,
Though I know we lost that, he soon will too,
Isolated as such, no one can cope,
Lose sense of meaning, everything’s true,
A bliss utopia, once the mind has gone,
An ecstatic mist where the sun once shone,
Just someone to share it with, maybe?
And so he created me.
Can he be lost if he has never been found,
Young, but now grown, dark flesh and bone,
King of his prison the familiar ground,
We stare to the ocean, maybe in hope,
Though I know we lost that, he soon will too,
Isolated as such, no one can cope,
Lose sense of meaning, everything’s true,
A bliss utopia, once the mind has gone,
An ecstatic mist where the sun once shone,
Just someone to share it with, maybe?
And so he created me.
Published 6th Mar 2013
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