I slip through hours, losing little things,
thoughts misplaced like sand in wind.
Chasing shadows shaped by dreams
that never lived, yet feel like truth.
thoughts misplaced like sand in wind.
Chasing shadows shaped by dreams
that never lived, yet feel like truth.
Reality fades to a softer hue,
while illusions bloom in silent corners.
Minute by minute, I drift away
living in a world that never was,
but keeps calling me home.
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