Everything I say and do the way that I think
it’s all false and gossamer thin.
It’s like an elaborate maze made of paper shreds
I cannot support this front I fear the silence.
To others I am only noise
I am a construct of my mind.
An intricate house of cards designed by Escher
collapse is inevitable if not imminent.
What is left when the rest is stripped away
when I am no longer me will I then truly be?
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Wonderful…the words echo my personal feeling sand where my head is residing at the moment…Escher House of Cards…brilliant!
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Thank you very much.
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Liked it.very good.
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Thanks so much for commenting.
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