He was caught in his thoughts
A mobius strip treadmill
A reconfirmation of beliefs
Without the effort of questions

He walked through his life
Opening doors without entering
Worried by the chance
That change might be change

The obvious was never as clear
As others made it out to be
He stumbled into walls he built
Each brick laid firmly into mind

He danced in boots made of lead
To a music he thought he heard

(July 2011)

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