Distances passing by my muddled mind.
How can we be as the time begins?
Traveling past memories of feelings.
Trapped by hatred and pain.
Distances are just that.
Pulling on the rope we travel back to the begging.
We yearn for the past only to realize the past repeats.
Here we stand now/
Choosing to understand yet dissociating with everyone around.
Words mean nothing but descriptions of everything around.
Distances,
Traveling,
Feelings,
Understanding,
All words.
Left to bring muddled minds to crumbling ends.
Another chance to confuse the masses.
Meaningless, mindless, emotionless.
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