I think too much about nonsense so much
to the point that nonsense makes sense
and nothing seems like nonsense.
Like a revolving door in my brain leading me around
asking "in or out?" I never step out
into the real world or retreat back to where I entered contently;
I hang in here orbiting encased in glass.
Sometimes the warm air tickles me, then the air conditioning.
I spin my choices in and out and back in again,
and I just circle the thoughts in my head
like I'm taking a multiple choice test on life
instead of living, dizzy from the false sense of urgency.
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