And in your deepest recess find,
That vision of your confined mind,
Where lunatics free hold the rein,
This thought that drives you quite insane;

No liberty, just like a bird,
Which now fly free, quite the absurd,
Reality turned inside out,
Inside you want to scream and shout;

But silence reigns, you stem the urge,
Attempt to shake this vision, purge
Your conscious mind and bring on peace,
To wake and grant a swift release.

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