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Slowly discarding the inner self
Thinking there's no use for it
Living a cloudy, created existence
Always peering through sweaty goggles
Exhausted search for a sunny clearing
A clearing that leads you away
Wanting elated times to follow
Sadness has devoured too much
Falling through a bottomless grave
At a high rate of desent
How many lives are left?
No one hears the cries of hollowness
Unnoticed by a guarded view
Lusting for a harmonious release
Losing the battle of the senses
Why do you replace your reality?

Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison