Concussion, the mind twists around depression,
Around a question,
Swimming in madness.
It flows from the nose,
Warm, red and fiction.
Wonders where I will take it,
I am the master but the mind it fights back.
I am the master, so it seems, but to shift is no easy task.
Happy New Year.
How will you shift,
In your body of flesh and thought,
Towards your soul bound tight above,
And also within…
Let’s see where this can take us.
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