I am a simple mind.
Striving to survive.
My own intentions.
I'm not one of a kind.
Just the only one alive.
I've no dimension.
Some say that I am blind.
But somehow I survive.
Inside reflection.
Once upon a time.
My body was alive.
But now it seems to be just an extension
of my will and a prevention of my own
perverse pretension.
And all I ever wanted was direction.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
I am a simple mind.
Striving to survive.
My own intentions.
I'm not one of a kind.
Just the only one alive.
I've no dimension.
Some say that I am blind.
But somehow I survive.
Inside reflection.
Once upon a time.
My body was alive.
But now it seems to be just an extension
of my will and a prevention of my own
perverse pretension.
And all I ever wanted was direction.
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