Looking Back At Me

It's empty
This vassel of mine
Thinking, reacting
2 months is a long time
To be in the real world
And how I wish life would always stay
The fishtank that I was always in
So that I can write
With the free flow of ink
The words from within
But 2 months of a dry spell
Drought of thought
Emotions take a back seat
When you can't smile at a stranger
When you look at yourself
You don't even ask who are you?
Because of who you have to be
Who you have to make yourself be
But now all I want to do is reflect
I want to make that time of day
To escape the day to day
And I hope I find myself
Every once in a while

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