The cat of normalcy
has got my tongue
my vision no longer free to fly
as it once did
my nebulous mind
no longer wandering amongst the stars
my poetic words
no longer flowing freshly from the void
my mind is filled with bills and worries
too mundane to spark my soul
my beautiful religion
carefully crafted
with controlled abandon
my own godhood
gone
perhaps it was all a dream
an immature illusion
a narcissistic fantasy life
designed to mask my imperfections
perhaps it all led nowhere after all
does it matter?
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