Tell me that’s a dream

Like a fugitive.

How to recover, why was it so familiar, so realistic,

Your ego isn’t linked to any reality, whatever it is served it believes.

What if you had been really arrested,

Cuff myself at my dead mind,

Waking up, Confused, as much as anyone

The future

Falling asleep in cold blood,

Who were you at the top ?

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