Unconsciously we entered this war,
And I no longer know how I feel,
It's part sun, part rain,
Part autumn, part spring.
I'm anxious and sleepless,
People around me are warriors,
They are singing, learning,
building and breaking,
They are dancing, cooking,
swimming and drowning,
They are sleeping, eating,
trying and failing,
They are writing, painting,
standing and falling,
Xyz-ing I mean,
But winning the battle,
Constructing and deconstructing,
Everyone is a bricoleur, they
destroy and create,
attract and repel,
feel alone in a crowd,
look at the lone crowds,
Attempting to form from the formless.
My emotions are a mess,
The sky is changing colours,
I am in bed,
Half-asleep and half-awake.
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