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I am lost

within transitions of everyday bearings

abruptly dismantled

from an ideal world,

breaking free from insignificant routines.

I've changed various perspectives

liberal mind, still a coward to changes.

I could not apply,

I have gained more than I could give.

I am still that curled figure

within the corner of the dark room.

My mind is cluttered

with fluctuating thoughts

and overflowing ideas.

Ideals with no physical soul

in trials to assuming an identity.

Yet deemed late in blossoms.

Lost within the swirls and tides

that chaotic feeling drowning

in a vast empty space.

These words petrified,

screaming with no meaning.

27-November-2013