The circular maze.

November 30, 2011

Each morning when I wake up
I feel like I’m trapped again
In the same deep web.

The feeling has become common.
Like an old memorie
that don’t want to be forget.

And when I open my eyes,
I feel like I’m trapped again
In the same scene of an infinite play.

Like a repetitive monologue
that I see again and again
wired in the abism of my head.

Predictable and opressive
the life itself has become…

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