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The Isolated Ones
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from isolation
what'd they used to call it?
lonely in a crowded room
but the room is truly empty now
you're just somewhere else
with everyone else
people sit inside their caves
in body,
while mind
is completely elsewhere
out there
dreams existed in quiet space
within bodies,
within minds
to take people elsewhere
out there
upward to higher plains
of their potential
upward to someday where
they would be
but there's no room, anymore
for dreams in an empty house
where you're just somewhere else
with everyone else
elsewhere
out there
i remember when i had the last dream of mine
though I don't remember now what it was
it was the night before i bought this thing by my bed
that i take with me every hour since, everywhere
that keeps me occupied with gimmicks, noise, and distance
with untouchable, unaffectable things
and cools my anticipation, motivation,
and achievement
keeps me infinitely out of reach, most times
and though a few people try to reach me face to face
in body,
in mind
i'm completely elsewhere,
out there
and i'm oblivious to what i've lost
as they start to turn away
as i was oblivious the very first day
my dreams became lonely
in a crowded room with me...
isolated
from isolation
what'd they used to call it?
lonely in a crowded room
but the room is truly empty now
you're just somewhere else
with everyone else
