Flipped

Your world is flipped

you face a new reality

everything has switched

old muses fall; fatality

inspiration, not gone

just a new location

is this view wrong

some demented salvation?

can't tell if

surviving or thriving

thedifferene is known

so why can't I tell?

or am I afraid

to discover where I fell

This poem is about: 
Me

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