Confusion Ends

Sleepless Lying prone And quite alone Breathless Images forming Arising, slinking I hear the words I see the signs I know it all means something I watch the faces I travel afar In my astral car Still seeking, looking Restless So tired Really wired Listless Images rise Under indigo skies I listen to the sounds I explore the horizon I know it all means something I follow leads And look for clues In my astral shoes Still seeking, searching Questless Did I arrive? A story to contrive Lifeless Did it just end? A permanent ascend

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