Why do we pursuit happiness in the eye of another
Is it joy, is it a lie or just a random dash of both
I stand once again in the middle of a long lost memory
I stare at the past through images, I try not do it a lot
When I do, is like different timelines open up
And I wonder, but it is just an after thought
You are far gone into your own rabbit hole
And I am far gone in my own mind
(Did you know I have a cyst in my brain?)
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