Homeless

What happens when I am running on little to no sleep and everything seems entertaining

An un-scratchable itch

A crick in my neck

A nervous twitch of my finger

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Lines blurring into dots

Letters dancing across the page

Numbers like acrobats

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The murmur of a crowd

The cry of a child

The howl of the wind

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Grinding of teeth on a winter night

Clink of money in a tin cup

The swish of wind through thin clothes

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Life moving a million miles per hour

Hands falling across a white face

Death looming like a vulture on my shoulder

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Top of the morning to you

A vex of the human nature

Keep walking forward not looking back

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A bomb about to explode

A parasite sucking my blood

Its all in my head or is it yours

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The moment I take my last breath

The metronome to my symphony

I don't know where I am

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I lost count hours ago

Then again what is an hour

Today or yester-marrow

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Time or whatever it is

Has come to an end

Now all I hear is the wind

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