Amidst the flow of thoughts, the maze they form

Lie my thoughts somewhere, wanting to be explored

To be found.

Vision blurs into thoughts that end in flooding words,

that are met by this dam of enamel.

The controls are mine,

And I controlled by her (subconsciousness).

A state I wish to achieve,

Eternal freedom restrained in my veins,

shall bleed, till free;

Subconsciousness, shall let me be.

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