when all of a sudden, like a smoldering heat,
the waves of your confidence dissipate in defeat.
You hobble around, searching for ground,
searching for remnants of yesterday's sounds.
Lost in a haze that won't go away,
it's a terrible rut that consumes your whole day.
It feels permanent and dreadfully deserved,
but a trace of memory reminds you it's absurd.
This faint wafting gloom foreshadows a monstrous odor.
Feeding it, feeling it, and revving it's motor.
Cause and effect play little to none,
this paralyzing sting makes it harder to run.
Alas the night sifts in a more coherent view,
something's undone and something's made new.
The mind is alert, reconditioned with a beat,
despite the exhaustion it proceeds to repeat.
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