It’s over now.
All of it.
The mantra. The cheap talk. The rave.
It’s all over now.
The world is a different place.
Life is in a different realm now.
Between the daydreaming
And losing sleep,
My fickled mind is losing a grip.
Yet, I have grown to get used to it.
To the loss of it.
To the idea of living it.
Or dreaming of trying to leave it all.
It’s all in between.
In the attempt of loving, living, & breathing,
In the conquest of dying before truly dying.
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