Lost

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An abyss of confusion

a plague like doubt

a dancing lion

and a singing donkey


Faces all around you

some dark, others even darker

grasping for an arm

that does not exist


You're in sinking sand

getting deeper and deeper

the further you reach

the faster you lose


Around in circles, we go

Like a dog after its own tail


Till mind gives up

comprehension

And you give in to its

insanity

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