Lost

I lost my way, my thoughts, my in-between,

I forgot to think; I lost my dream.

I left my heart on a wooden shelf,

inconsequential, deferred,

and kept inside a jar, immured.

I love you st the hope to stay alive

and take my dream, no 9 to 5.

I have no belief, no self inside

onth or It happened so easily:

creativity died.

Not the best, but you can see where I’ve been the last month or so!

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