On the fingertips
Dying for what I miss
I never felt like this
I never walked in my sleep
I never contemplated the counting of sheep
I never traveled through time
I never co-existed with another kind
It's messing with my mind
I never tried to evaporate
I never took the chance to mess with cosmic fate
I never counted down the time
I never overreacted to what's on the other side
I've never felt like this
As if I don't exist
All the chemicals and mist
I never felt like this
©1/6/12 Bruce Clifford
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