Every day, I die inside
Quietly
Hiding what I feel
As my alter
Takes control of my mind's
Steering wheel
Foundation of the piece.
Does the days and years seem to drift
As the real you
Hides
Alone
Lost within the mind's mists?
From relationships to work.
Are modern relationships just driven and maintained by endless mundane repetition?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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