NOT my mom.
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Where do you live?
Inches or meters, nothing but heaters.
I live in my head;
They say I’m not dead.
Opening and closing doors from hollow empty cores.
I live in a daze;
They say it’s a phase.
Stoned to trippy polka dots, and unaware of life’s shots.
I live in a bubble;
They say denial’s trouble.
As we blindly keep heading, absolut numb treading.
I live in a time;
They say it’s not my prime.
A wired world of tired houses curled.
I live in a land;
They say without a helping hand.
With circular windows here and there, just for a breath of fresh air.
I live in a planet;
They say its existence isn’t set.
Walking and talking to the folds in my umbrella.
I live in my own space;
They say aliens’ aren’t a new race.
Sheltered sides, doesn’t mean happiness rides.
I live in a universe;
They say nothing’s more perverse.
;[signed]
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