void - empty spaces

i spend days and nights obeying the orders

no thought , no ideas

my mind is like a closed space

no feeling but an automation.

what i see, what i feel

are all cut off by the unreal

The mind works with no inspiration

What little there was is all lost to subjugation

Places, people , events all fly by

And to each , to hold on, i try

But time swings by like a pendulum

And feels like i have lost the fulcrum
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