forces that enter and leave my mind,
exiting my meek exsistance-
who am i among a billion?
nobody,
a humble victim of the corporate trap-
theres no way out...
These ------ up nights of endless loniness,
reaching for a companion-
pulling back the hands of an old man,
i've grown old waiting for someone-
is it too late?
will i die before i meet her?
have i already?

...met her AND died i mean...

mental transferred over fiber optic,
faceless laughs shared,
and though we've held hands
and ran aimless though painted serinity
(atleast in my mind)
im STILL unsure about yours.
the moon casting forcefield comfort,
cascading through the branches of this forest.
lighting up pathways of reflected pixie dust,
trails of angels flight,
the reflective blues, and rainfall...
all reassuring to my wilting mind-
all this before i close my eyes to this night,
and cast off into that final sleep.

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