Lucidity

Feels like I’m walking through a picture book

Taking steps while the rest of the world is on pause

With a fever dream like fog

Ripple effects vibrate through my corpse

Every corner of my being pulsing with spirals spinning, expanding

Chills and waves wandering my face

Disconnected from the tarmac I’m treading

I’m the only real one, the world around me all a farce

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