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So little is known

About the gray mass

In our heads

 

Thoughts, images and emotions

Come in ones or twos

Or in numbers too large to count

 

Today these thoughts, images and emotions

Trickle in one at a time

Allowing for deeper reflection

 

These snippets come one at a time

Showing pieces of a time

When all was ordinary

 

These moments are followed

By the reality of now

When pretending is practiced

 

Because nothing is ordinary

Nothing is routine

And turning back time is a pipedream