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THE PSYCHE DIVIDED
It is a lonely feeling inside where memories crawl.
Where emotions seep like minute geothermal bubbles . . . .
A little boy lives there alone with his uncertainties,
One who has lost his way down passages of the mind,
No way in and no way out of the spherical labyrinth,
The psyche divided into dissociated fugue states,
His fate to wander alleyways like a lost vagabond,
Condemned to replay infant emotions forever . . . .
Like a nomad in a desert he forever will wander
Trekking the shifting sands of time until the end.
