Age of Unreason
Locked up inside myself
in a hot summer's day and night
with my mind high upon a dry dusty shelf.
Unable to fit in closely
yet adaptable enough to get along
with almost anyone but myself.
Trapped in a town I never made
confined with a mind which might not be saved.
Forever foolish
years ahead intellectually
years behind emotionally.
At times the depression frustrates my mind
and my serenity.
But I refuse to break down.
Absolutely refuse to let the ME snap.
And so each time
the thin line between insanity and sanity,
between illusion and reality,
between the me and not-me grows lesser.
And at times I lose my grip
on reality, truth and life;
and then at times
reality loses its grip on me.
But I refuse to break down
Absolutely refuse to let the ME snap.
And so I will have to endure,
live and grow
wiser.
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