Today, this day of restlessness...
Gazing off into an imaginative plane,
Words fragment on their voyage;
Some are slain by the whitest noise.
Those who survive the flight
Plummet as they tunnel the mind.
A continuous daydream it seems,
Carrying on from day to day.
The awake become the inert,
the body's lifeless, the mind's strayed.
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