Shadow of my image started walking when i run,
started thinking when im not,
started breathing when im not.
Is awareness the reason of my sadness?
Should ignorance be the topic of my minds?
Keep my hands by my head,
keep the feet down the road,
keep my mind on the trip,
keep desire in my lungs.
I can see shimmering hands,
tentative lies... innervision.
I keep believing in fitcion.
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