Spiralling, inward circle
Searching around
Out and about
This and that
And the other
The other than me
That is a better one
A shiny being
Like a supernova star
A fantastic image of
a self projection
Past sweeter and bitter future
Blend in one
Like a capsule suspended
Like a snap from a sunny holiday
There, immortal, the magic
Only to come back to now
Where things seem a lot more tragic
Trying to figure how
This is me now and
This is me and I can't see
Blind in nowhere land
Nowhere to go, just be
Here, holding your hand
Feeling the warmth
I am home
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