beaspark
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Transfixed by my own gaze,
I see not who I am, but what I have become.
unhappy with this site, I caring on in a daze
What I see makes me feel dumb.
I am concerned with where my mind has gone
Light is like a spot in the night,
It is a tiny tiny twinkle in twilight,
How small it can be in some places,
It could be the white on my laces or hiding in some places,
I am only a man, and just barely one at that.
I have off days, not days, shot days, and days I just don’t know what to do with.
Im forced to make decisions, sometimes I don’t make the right one, or the best one.
