Where have we found ourselves now,
Is a question I could ask,
But to whom?
Can’t be you!
Neither me.
At the fleeting fragrance of percieved normalcy,
I ask
Is it madness?
insanity!
Neither of those.
Let me lie to myself, like you do,
And to all those who fake love
I am alive.
Or am I?
How!
Then there are other musings
And moments of morose rhymes
Ah!
How?
No.
As much as I have held my heart to contempt
you put me there
Really?
Me!
Yes.
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