The waking from discombobulating dreams
leaves me disoriented and hovering between the worlds of awareness and mist
half my mind is stuck in elsewhere while the other attempts to shake this feeling of woe
It's all but a dream they say
An envelope filled with sand, sparkles and sadness
I would've assisted if you only asked it states
yet how could I ask if I never knew
even though the assistance was not needed, only the asking of you.
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