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I sit in my room Pondering about the things needed to be done Thinking "this and that" Always rushing for it all to be gone I lie awake, Still worried That nothing is complete Nothing is achieved As my world fades into darkness And my mind drifts of to wonderland I see myself sitting in front of a small table A typewriter at hand Peaceful as it is, I see another image It is me walking around A scenery at bay Light emerges And soon I am back in reality But that's what bothers me The word "reality" --------------------- I am not living in reality. This here is my imagination. The things that my mind and heart have both equally concocted so that I may finally reach my so called "Wonderland". My reality
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
My Reality
I sit in my room Pondering about the things needed to be done Thinking "this and that" Always rushing for it all to be gone I lie awake, Still worried That nothing is complete Nothing is achieved As my world fades into darkness And my mind drifts of to wonderland I see myself sitting in front of a small table A typewriter at hand Peaceful as it is, I see another image It is me walking around A scenery at bay Light emerges And soon I am back in reality But that's what bothers me The word "reality" --------------------- I am not living in reality. This here is my imagination. The things that my mind and heart have both equally concocted so that I may finally reach my so called "Wonderland". My reality
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
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