(Inane ramblings of my current state of mind)
by: Mae
Trapped like a seed
Sheltered by its mother's coat
Its embrace cold as winter's night
I am off to a distant land
Away from psychedelic
Created by this bizarre world
Gone to a faraway realm
Free from the curbs of reality
Darkness embodies the revoking silence
As everyone returns to their abode
Resuming their frenzied lives
Haunted by the bizarre convention has imposed
...........But I'm free..........
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