I swear I'm not myself sometimes
Sometimes I find myself
in the middle of someone else's mind
And there I yell
Screaming, I'm calling for help
But no one can hear me
No interfering
There's clearly a war going on and its me whose losing
These battle scars and bruising
an open wound that's oozing
And yet I'm still choosing sides
You'd think by now that I'd
know the difference
between here and missing
Omnipresent but ever distant I wait...
As if in some strange turn of fate
I'll find the intended gates
in which I am to walk through
But what there awaits?
A pool of pearls or swine
What will I find behind these doors?
The choice is yours
Or so they say.....
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