Poem: Lost out of hand

Spinning out of hand.

Trying to find the command that is real from the fan.

Hitting below but trying to go for the goals.

Then the time stops, and you do not know where to go.

Then the world turns blue, and you are left all alone.

This is your normal.

This is your life.

You are all alone.


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