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May 2015
Go to sleep...think of all the things you can not see,
These arms that for all time will never again hold me,
These dreams mean nothing. Wake up, you're alone,
Think of being in a fun place rather than an empty home,
Go to the store...you're alone at the front desk, even here,
A crowded counter but no one can really serve your needs,
Alone in all the things you do, alone and never free to be,
Alive but only breathing, isolated as on a desert island...
This is the new age we live in, lab rats in metal cages,
Fed to the point we'll pop won't make life any less bland.

Welcome to my small world...and ironically, *I am better off alone!
Alan S Bailey
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