Mind
Games.
Erratic
at best,
Folly
flows into despair.
And
all the while,
My
mind is gone,
Somewhere.
Looking
for love,
What
sounds come here?
To
the valley of damnation,
In
a time of plenty.
Trip
to the top,
Where
bluebells fill my eyes,
Someone
on the level,
Bringing
answers to my why's.
Loud
as any concert hall
Crumbled
under dust,
Gone
the power to belong,
This
is gonna bust.
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