Turn and face to deal
The players of this game
Each one of those that feel
They have a right to exsist
In here not outwardly real
Steering my own ship
I have to be the keel
Compromising my own sanity
Layers of myth and lore reveal
The personifications
I expose instead of conceal
Those who would have preferred
If I had surrended to kneel
Am I the first of this gen
To exsist in a state of surreal
Negotiating between left behind
Into progressing towards to heal
The rift seperating life from soul
A can of worms with a open seal
Oh how I wish I had not run
So far up the whole in the wheel
Being the one jump of linear o clock
Trying to hide from this knot ideal
Popped out the inner void
©wrennie
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