My stagnant dreams of sense,
The hopelessness of the situation,
Made me mad with ill content.
The uselessness of reason,
the inadequacy of rhyme,
My obsession had taken over,
and the conversation was no longer mine.
The conversation was random,
and the obsession, baseless,
Reeking with irrationality,
my effort against it was hopeless.
In the beginning, I had seen,
the light at the tunnel's end,
it grew bigger and brighter and closer to me,
but in actuality, i hadn't moved an inch.
The train had soon hit me,
The train of thought, I thought i had lost,
for in my moment of weakness,
I grappled for hope from the future, that had passed.
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