How I long for the view
that’s slowly fading out of my mind
Holding onto feelings one could never forget
Connecting little dots on a memory lane
The spiritual hunger for what I knew
Hidden recipe on a page I can’t find
Details faded into a dark silhouette
Is this the first sign of getting insane
How do I remember, I don’t have a clue
No road signs in my brain of any kind
Guideless travels, no button to reset
The process of thinking is initiating pain
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