
I am always rewinding things To hear the sounds of what It is missed between spaces: Like words that were not spoken, Wonderful things never said But were going through my mind!
Like a hard rubber ball Bouncing back and forth Between crashed walls Filled with hollow spaces When echoes reverberate With an incessant sound of Inarticulate and unknown voices!
Incomprehensible madness Of hollow sounds that crash Against walls and that drives me Totally insane when I really try So hard to coexist in a world That is outside and beyond me And that seems to have no end Until my last day on earth Acting like a rubber ball!
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