Lydia J. McFarland

Rookie (1977- / Orlando, Florida)

Sound Mind - Poem by Lydia J. McFarland

Non exposed,
virtual to reality,
under the influence,
in peace with ones self.
Within ones own mind,
time does not exist.
It's a part of man's world.
A minority to priority,
lost in society,
Where does one turn
with limited space?
Unrecognized by the
common folk in this,
unrealistic module.
Is it possible,
to live among
these people,
and have a sound mind?
Lost in space,
is it a delusion,
or mere confusion?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005

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