@wakeupkitty 29 January 2022 more from that month

Another dimension Waking up never been easy I wonder where I am Even before I open my eyes I marvel about time and day The timepiece of the matron - what was her name again - Ticks on and on and on Location next to my bed It sounds louder and louder till it suddenly stops Where am I? Do I need to go or be somewhere Is there a reason to leave my bed Hastily at this very moment Instead of living in oblivion? Too many beatings on the head Capillaries, nerves, threats The awareness something snapped indeed No fasten your veins instead of seatbelts Not a clue where I am I start thinking, imagining, gathering the thoughts Why is it they see a grey, foggy personality While beautiful colours pass by My head is never empty It has never been Shades of green, poppy red, Sunflower yellow Endless cornfields where deer hide The smell of the mattress with seagrass Granny's hot chocolate and cake Panic in Spain Third teeth stuck in a glass The awareness I'll never go home again Domesticated Strangled Gagging over white pudding with so many red and green pieces Bittersweet Flashes of pain, humiliation, pity, the reality Hurt neighbourhood, children Enough of it! I memorized it all, the wakeup call included Brainwashed, falsified truth More bread and pancakes than I liked to eat Another extent begs to be seen The world one meets when caught by a story Lack of commendation Not recognised by Passed station already as a child I'm still around, this is me The memory of the blue lagoon The black mirror, sea, Malta, Sicily Crying and smiling with the wolves Black cobra, Out of Africa No godfather took my hand, protected me The world can be such a good place - Grandfather's geese in the orchard - Once we embrace, recognize true love The ally, comrade till eternity All this is me Never good enough to be accepted, respected, liked by those who should but never could Tied by different needs, too much emptiness What does it take to drive one crazy To overlook the present, all that once mattered To set foot into another immortality Everlastingness, depression The psyche minding its own business instead of age The inability to wake up, get off the floor How to recognize dirty games setups Knowing the theatrical scene isn't the real thing Freedom of the spirit hidden behind norms set by an elite and masks. At times I lose the mind you defined as me lately A different intellect, the ghost set free from the bottle Sanity, rationality, psyche Still exist in a different dimension Overcoming, gathering the reflections within minutes, seconds Does it look like a loss? I am not gone, fallen Because I wane tea and biscuits today https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AThycGCakk

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