Through the swirling vortex
Of thought itself
Drifting ‘twixt the shadows
And the cobwebs of time
Memory plays tricks
As what was wasn’t
And dreams are now lost hopes
Reality is still here
Around existence in an altered form
Eyes open and mind alert
The day begins again
New start
New life
And forward we all go
The Mansionic Perspective 
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