wondering how long or if I'm high
rain drops fall in reds and greens
is this real or fabricated dreams
walking through puddles of yellows and brown
never looking up just glancing down
a darkness in side of hollow decay
as wind blows hard and rainbows sway
is there a golden ticket that never awaits
stuck on the path of the devil's gate
a darkened sea brings a moments relief
is this the place to question belief
a crack in the glass a chip in the brick
trying to breath but thoughts to thick
the mind ponders this moment in time
to play the game,or draw the line
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