What would be the solution to all this?
After a while and as fine as I’d be,
I feel numb and weak; not sure if my bliss
Is my expectations or ways of me–
The life I’ve been sailing for many years
Is so similar to a submarine;
Runs silently, and evrybody fears,
Solitude from all keeps my mind in line,
Is this means I am getting out of hands
To hold all the precious chances I got?
No, no please no, my bliss, follow commands!
If you are all gone I’d be dead robot!
No solutions for such a confused head,
Probably a good time to sleep in bed.
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