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Never Here

Barely awake

Barely conscious

With a belly full of chemicals

And a broken back

He stands

Against the current

Instead of

Falling backwards

And flowing with it

Barely trying

Hardly thriving

With a hypnotized mind

And a programmed brain

Trying desperately

To move

Trying desperately

To survive

Sleepy dreams of feeling alive

Whispering songs of little ideas

While staring at the ceiling fan’s

Going through that blackhole

All while searching

For a home

For a restless soul

That is bored of being bored

So the soul, it tries to stir

It tries desperately

To move

But restless souls

Just

Wander the universe

Never satisfied

Never there

Always

Somewhere

Else

Never

Here


-CH

 
 
 

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