A reflection

I see a dream of me being free
From the habits that I've myself weaved

Waking up from a slumber I never knew
Pretending to be sane and not confused

Why and where am I? These questions, so many times asked
Avoiding the answers as I roam in a mask

Searching the soul with an earnest desire
The replies slowly filter in one after another

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