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It's a state of constant confusion,
An underlying panic
That hums the recurring tune
Ominous dangers turn manic
Perils ahead
Eyes of strangers dance
In my head.
Evils never rest,
The good always suffer
And sleep
Inter fears with the quest
But so necessary.
Dilemma.
Should I work or
should I rest?
It's been so long
I don't think I could do it
Though my body begs it so...
Should I wait
Should I go?
No more thoughts please!
Constant confusions
And mutterings don't help
Bubbles of pain ripple my chest,
On to the next drama
While dealing with the last drama,
The freight train is coming
The smell of the breeze is so good!
Dark musky heavy damp air
I sit still,
Face up in the air,
Arm spread back
Feeling the hum of the track
Bubbles pop as I
wait for it still...