Life sometimes seems to be moving so fast, it's almost as if everything
is a blur
The restless mind spinning into a million fragments, searching for one
thing to quiet it
The spirit within trying to escape confinement, reaching out for
something real to hold on to
Searching for a clear picture of reality, something tangible to cling to
Falling prey to fairytales, and awakening in a fog
Caught up in a blur
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