(they’re too large to be hallways)
And wishing I could turn invisible
(and invincible)
So that I wouldn’t have to speak
Wouldn’t have to come up
With more bullshit words
Words that don’t match the images
My mind creates
(or conjures)
Sometimes it feels like these walls
Are the illusion
(yet symbolic)
And I wonder why I waste so much time
Wandering through non-reality
And how successful this world has become
At making us think the reality in our minds
Is wrong
(it’s right)
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