Wasted

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Time passes and I don't know it

No clue of what my surroundings are

Lost, yet found

I see clouds all around me

No clue of what comes out of my mouth

No control

But, who cares?

I obviously don't

I'm wasted when I'm not

Dreaming when I'm awake

Awake when I'm dreaming

I'm talking to myself

Deep in conversation

It's all good, though

I don't care

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I feel like this a lot

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Lloyd Wagoner's picture

very nice. very nice.