My life is but a dream
An interstellar mirage
Mirrors, smoke, and seams
Dressed up to fool me
Nothing is real
Nothing absolute
All is dead
All irresolute
I am not myself
You are not human
We live a dead life
Walking the dead plain
There's no freedom,
Is there?
There's no escape
Only the imprisonment
Of life
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This is a poem I wrote just to say how life feels like a trap. Like a prison. You have nowhere to go... And when you think all is fine, it just seems like a lie or a fake. A dead hope.
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