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  As I set at the table with my head resting on my hands..

I look thru the clear looking glass sittnig in the center of the table..

Watching as the time goes by so slowly..

Looking at the patters that look so strange to me..

So unfamilular..

Unsure of  Becasue so much these days is not what i except to see..

So many changes..

So many feelings go thru me..

So many patters I try to change..

And yet over and over again i fail..

Wishing that i could just look thru the looking glass and see things more clear..

Instead of them being so disfigured..

So unreal..

Poetspoint360 has left the room.

Poetspoint360 has entered the room.

RedKing44 has left the room.

Like looking in from the outside in on my life right now

So confused..

wondering if these glass patterns will ever be clear for me..

Will they ever make since..

Will they ever become clear..

Will my life ever be what i want to see it as..

Or will it ever be like the glass patters that are so unreal..

A life that is only a dream..