Inventions pulled from air and dust
Brilliance from a sudden gust
Humor pulled from strange ideas
A sense of calm when panic clears
All of this seems far away
No black and white,a sense of gray
I pose no threat as I look in space
A medicated bliss where I know my place
I only hold my memories
A dream at night of the birds and the trees
No intentions left to reach
Void of thought and robbed of speech
I used to have it all
Where did it go?

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