My mind is racing at a hundred miles per hour
I think I've finally managed to find this little place
In the back of my mind
Where things seem to matter but it really matters not.
Where white is black and black is white

There's a certain freedom in it
A calmness so overwhelming
That just makes me want to let out
A big fat sigh.

Twenty million thoughts are racing through my head
My minds a blur
Too fast to keep up
And with it comes
Silence
So defeaning and all around

White light in one end
Black light in the other
And when it intwines around my soul
Poof.....

Nothingness.

I'm dreaming a reality.

Or this could just be exhuastion.

I really do feel quite spetacular.

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