free verse

Over and over in and out my head. Wondering is this the end. I look up and i look down.

but my head spins round and round. Happiness is just an illusion a secondary emotion.

is it real or is it true. Will it be me or will it be you. Turning the pages in your book thinking

everything is ok but yet in my mind im thiming is it all just a game. darkness and light day and night

sun and moon and all your might. will it be different or will it be the same????


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