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Drifting

Fingers slowly turned to stone,
The seed already sown,
Today, I see it full grown,
A companion I’d rather not known,

A life popping pills,
Just to try and stay still,
To witness the thrill,
Of a drink unspilled,

Drifting,
Reality keeps on shifting,
Systems slow, gears grind,
A shadow clouds my mind,

Well, things could be worse,
I had the foresight to marry a nurse,
I can still code,
When my thoughts finally load,

I can live with the dreams (so vivid),
A pack of wolves,
ran off with my tools.
Wild? I was livid,

Drifting,
Reality keeps on shifting,
I’ll be back from the deep,
Just need a little sleep.

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