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News go by on TV

Nothing’s left on my wall

I’ll carry on as they say

Whilst degrade is taking over

How could I ever see a light past the wicked eye?

A dream of truthfulness detached from reality

I came across it once but can’t recall the look

Just a feeling of calm and beauty

No gravity or sense to life

If only I could trust that better days will come I’d never lose my hope to find the hidden sunlit world beyond our mind