Wide Awake

Tue, 04/25/2017 - 19:42 -- ACME

What is it that I have erroneously misplaced?
Do I have leave a trail to retrace?
Has my vision blurred?
Am I walking life in a drunken slur?
Do I spend too much time staring at the stars,
that I forget what they are?
Have I grown so used to silence,
that even whispers seem violent?
Is there something I’m lacking?
Or is just my mind finally cracking?

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