Yesterday, I was a lost dreamer With a questionable subjectivity, And an eviction notice
Among other things
Today, I am a ghost; Existentially vague Having found contentment Haunting the forgotten worlds Of the imagination
Amongst other things
Tomorrow, I'll be a probability And ponder through resentful eyes The scrutinizing of wonderment
Along with other things
But always, Never, and forever, I'll be an abstract awareness With keeping of metaphoric inquiries
Apart from all things |
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