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“Here under the ceiling of my room;
Out blooms the vision of my doom.
It flashes and bursts in my face;
It seems as if I’ve lost the race.
Wondering where I’ll go and who I’ll meet;
Who knows, I may be in for a treat.
I scan my world but see nothing around;
I look and look to find there’s nothing to be found.
Could it be that my life has reached an end;
Is it real or is it pretend.
I see a light its getting near, Its getting bright and now I hear;
The words of wisdom that some have come to fear.
They hit me hard, and knock me out;
Returning me back to my bed waking with a shout.
Was it all a dream or could it be;
That I just learned the meaning of reality.
With this one drop of a lab creation;
Can I break the limits of my imagination?
How many must i take 1, 2, 4 or 5;
To keep my mind free and alive.
But for now I wait until next time;
Hoping I make it through this other world not nearly as defined.
Please don’t worry; I’ll be fine.”
—
Me
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