just an old shack,
wallpapered with dreams-
peeling away,
to roll and dissolve-
into the hot asphalt-
of reality;
I kicked feet against-
rotten walls;
bracing myself against-
barriers,
stronger than they looked,
losing my perspective;
so I lit thought
and sucked it into-
nostrils;
lucidity blowing-
away,
into haze;
burning within,
was desire-
unrealized;
tethered precariously,
to that old worn-
shack,
that was my mind;
stagnated within;
waiting too long to act-
striving not hard enough
and was disillusioned-
with life;
that endlessly-
seemed to crawl -
along that long winding road,
but always leading me-
right back to where-
I started;
a mind,
is a terrible thing-
to waste...
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