I had this little musing somewhere sometime ago, but I haven’t really thought of how to expand it. But I thought I’d just share it first, and then we’ll see what else can come out of it.
As we are bound by the four walls and a key-less door
So am I jailed in the stasis of dusty memories;
Condemned to endless journeying
With no compass but my own melancholy
Reflected in a mirror.
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