Lost

Soaken wet in an ocean of darkness

I am lost in the never-ending fog of reality

Blindness as my guide I travel alone

In search for something I can call my own

Sanity and reason have left me behind

The welfare of both noting could provide

As I wade through this monochrome hell

The direction becomes uncertain and everything begins to jell

The light to guide me is a myth of psychedelic illusion

I have lost my way in a spiral sense of confusion

I try to escape but I am trapped by fear

My thoughts are clouded, but yet so clear

My mind is trapped, but my soul is free

It belongs to no one, not even me

-Brad Fettig

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