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Sometimes,
I think I wanna write.
I wanna express something bubbling inside
but just then the rush vanishes
And I remain still,
Point blank on how to proceed,
What to write,
How to express..

Sometimes,
A thoughts enters my mind,
Hits a wall and disappears
Leaving a trail of mysterious blue,
Making me wonder,
Where to go
What to do..

A stillborn idea with nowhere to end,
A paper lying on the table
With smudges of writing all over it,
No; I can't read anything.
Nor can you;
It is so distorted.

Mesmerized,
Hypnotized,
Confused;
It is fast becoming my nature.
I guess I am becoming one of them,
Run of the mill,
Of a system around us all.

I try to walk,
Break away from Slumber sloing shadowing me,
and I fall down
and lay still
Bleeding,
Pleading.

Staring a the roof of the world;
Until it gets murkier
Little by little;
I loose sight of it,
and then,
There it is,
No Sound,
No Movement,
The End.