Form of reality
A moonlight evening, twighlight duskOld woman bearing lavendar and musk
I walk along the dwindling lane
It feels like i am going insane
I cannot sleep, I cannot wake
For I feel lost am i living the mistake
Who took me here? who left me be
I want to hear I need to see
I sit under the stars in a park
The shadows creep out from the dark
I start to worry if this is the only place
Where I feel I'll always be safe
For nothing more can ever scare me
Than this mixed up form of reality
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