I sat speaking to an empty room,
trying to go through some things I assume.
At the walls my words I formed and I threw,
echoes hid the needed sights from my view.
Followed the waves the echoes spread,
they confused my view, misheard what I said.
Rabbit holed my vision downward went,
clarification of assumptions lost intent.
Then I gave the moment and silenced my thought,
stood myself and left that thinking spot.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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