…awakened…
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A scratch woke me from delusions
In the moment, I didn’t believe my past conclusions
I was awake, in such a way, years had met history without me
It was un sure now, what I could see
All the same, my thoughts held no true shame
If things were bad, I had myself, only, to blame
The picture wasn’t complete
I still felt, even uneasy, something like concrete
Below my tired legs, yet above my reasoning
The future still amazing, I blinked happily contemplating
Till I can no longer, I’ll try
With everything, I’ll wait to know why