So,
do you feel lost like a lonely island
among islands?
I see you sitting numb stoned
in the far corner,
under the cover of the smoke,
lost in your own whirlpool of doubts,
uninvolved, out of focus
like a pixel in a image,
your lack of purpose
at this place is self evident,
you are trapped under the weight
of past memories and futile expectations,
you are a prisoner of past,
and guess what; you enjoy it,
your soul is a victim hypnotized
into the stockholm syndrome
but i still see hope,
I can see your eyes
hover around,
flickering like a morse code,
your sub-conscious is still alive,
lets start from start,
look into my eyes,
tell me who you really are,
come, come, as you are,
we will together
share our darkness and light.
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