In the middle of a normal day

I find everything so out of the way

Inside myself I am blank and nill

Wondering if I should take a pill.

It is outside of time and space

This reluctant child without a place

In retro glide I try to shine

Making a novella out of go to hell

In the midst of a mundane day

I find the extremem in an occult way

Chanting mantras of hindu words

Holding onto beads that have no worth

I find myself lost in a peculliar way

Never to return if I have my say.

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