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Dazed Often
I Look, but I don’t See.
I Listen, but I don’t Hear.
I Speak, but I don’t Talk.
I’m in a daze.
A tired and jaded daze.
Why?
Who knows?
Tired…
Jaded…
Dazed…
I go through the motions perfectly.
I say, look, and listen.
But I don’t talk, see, and hear.
The daze comes over me.
Covering me in fog.
I just don’t care if it goes on…
Rain.
Does the rain do this to me?
No.
It’s raining…
But not always,
Not constantly;
Yet this daze is on me most all days.
This daze that’s not bad,
And not good;
Only vaporous.
It covers me now
And more often.
I’m not bothered by it,
Nor am I happy with it;
Only dazed,
And dazed often.
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