Parched and deserted scape of mind
Emptiness and discomfort become a part
And hard to tear away in this environment
Believe the distance to be far and it is
Rescue from this quicksand running faster
Won't do you any good.
Constructed concentration of thought gathering
Erring in your way
It is calamitous
Feeding energy with energy
Propel yourself on false values and in this pit
Inevitable death.
The mind full of ghosts
To what is empty and what do you speak of as mindless.
They come and they go
But rarely linger
And know the reality of the feeling of quicksand
Thoughts overwhelming
Sinking closer to the mirror.
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