I hold a glass in my hand
Magnifying each view
The creatures scurry about
Listening to wild sounds which are rather soft
The glass shakes in my hand as I try to keep it still
The voices grow louder
And more inconsequential
I turn my focus now
Chomping at the face
Firm belief and brilliant common sense
Eludes them for now
The voices drown down now
They have nothing left to say
Alone in their minds
But they try to escape it
With fake passes of time
Unable to choose
Anything
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