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I am loopy im crazy im conscious
But why cant you see?
Im just “being me”

What has changed in a blink of the eye
Why does your answer fail to justify?
Is it true or do i smell a lie?
You jus smile, looking so endearing and equally sly.

I touch a pebble and turn its its worth more than a stone
You take a stone and abuse it !! till it begins to look worn!
I point and complain, with tears and smile,
You nod your reply and say “it will take a while”
I ask you time ,to set a deadline,
You give me a kiss , and politely decline.
I get lost in a brew of confusion ,
My heart sinks an inch towards delusion
You ignore and maintain your thought
Pining for more, not happy with what you got!!

Is this the storyline? The entire plot?
Is it worth taxing my brain or should I put it in a slot?
Do you not see where its going? Its sinking , its hit a rock.
You say you can see, but are helpless , in a lock.
I quiver inside, in agony you don’t understand.
You are not helpless . you just have to make your demand.
You are all the army you need, to rule the world and be a czar!
You jus have to be true to yourself , be strong , for you have to go very far.

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