Poetry & Self-Awareness

Between fictitious dreams

And a humanized reality

I’m fucked up big time

Messed up indications

Can’t tell what’s real from fiction

I’ve awakened big time

It’s time for an electrical vibe

One hard to describe

One they can’t prescribe

My thought patterns were messed up big time

My brain was growing adhesions big time

Some kind of mental prison

It clouded my vision big time

You can either lose or you can win big time

You’ll commit a mental crime or you can climb big time

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