Us.

I‘m spinning a web of thoughts,

Where I focus I can see,

I’m leaving a trail of gingerbread,

Careful where I flee.

I’m seeing the scattered patterns,

Revealed by me, my selves,

A not too subtle reminder,

I might be someones else.

Those essences with insight,

Were never as I seem,

All our confused faces,

Were always just a dream.

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