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HiNDSIGHT #154 In a daymare

Day dreams in the transition of memories,

Feeling your will strain

Pressing upon thy cerebellum weary…

The feel of your goal distance is so immense as with it is so intense…

The illusions of the past commence…

Sleepy in confusion brews upon each step thy remanence.

Sleep staggering at the gates of death...

Walking in reality eyes wide shut, tested by obstacles, branded with lackluster luck.

Stuck in a trance.

Enhance the mind as fulfilled thoughts that dance.

Romancing the bone,

Gems left all alone,

Each stroke causes the mind to be uplifted, mentally atone.

Wake but not woke,

Distant from the core,

Spiritually broke,

Moments looking bleak, fight the notion of snortin' coke.

How does listening to rah rah while minding your business makes you a joke?

It’s getting hazy

To get back the strength of your soul, you can’t be complacent or lazy.