A world where the future is predefined
And unhappiness is just a frame of mind
Yet despair is physical, pain won’t subside
Clutching, tearing and gnawing inside
Fear hangs like a weight about to explode
Where mind and body clash, and senses erode
Thoughts and emotions well up in confusion
A passage to safety is met with delusion
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2011
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