As time flies, thoughts reveal to me,
as moments are frozen in time,
logic appears to me.
The more you think, the more you think,
your chances rise, your mind explores me.
Things in the past, things in the present,
moments of reality, moments of fiction,
abstraction of thoughts, programmable brains,
the system dictates, people decide,
against my will I'm alone,
life's rude, nasty, unwelcomed,
continues to exist in one's memory,
dark clouds expect my attection.
Mention disorientation is no goal,
it's a piece of reality.
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