Pure Imagineering1
Some days, I don’t wish to do anything
I would just like to sit and stare
A lazybones
Awake, but asleep to this world
Wakeful dreaming
Creating in my head
No need for people
Me and me alone
Crowded by thoughts
And memories of times gone by
Begging to question why?
If I could change it
Would it mean anything?
Would my now be any different
Would I have learned anything?
Pondering the future
There’s that feeling again
So strong, so strange
It’s only me this thing
No you or them, just me
Everything and nothing
Cycle, no end nor beginning
Eternally now


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