Sometimes I sit still in oblivion
Only feeling the force of the clutches
around the back of my neck...
Oh how it bangs my forhead!
On this hard rock called Life...
Yet I feel no pain
no blood
no tear.
Like a fawn in a desert, I feel
the distant Oasis...
This seat from where I see it
Has become so familiar to me.
Hope told me that I could reach there someday
But hope is no longer my friend.
I am in a crowd, yet alone.
And it still keeps banging my head.
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