Somewhere in the Middle

how much of me
is made of machine?
unfeeling
still feeling
something
while time runs away
somewhere in the middle
part of me
blurs
I stay
hanging in there
still wondering
what it is that’s missing
soon as I wake up
I decide to shut down the day
i wish I could choose
the fragments so scattered
to let go
or lose
cause it’s hard
to play life by life’s own rules
and impossible to win
cheating at solitaire
cant marinate anymore
depressions so boring
rage and pain an infection
no cure yet
self medicate like Neosporin
try to find the right balance
a pendulum swings like clockwork
time moves
I want to move with time
turn pages
Gone like the Past
change minds
Soften the unresolved feeling
from hard core to Cinemax

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