GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 241

It makes you move around in a whirlwind Where you're so dizzy like a kid on a giant wheel, And before you understand; It's all over. You're estranged; Surrounded by ghostly laughters Of your abandoned past. Now, nothing matters to you. There's nothing familiar. Just you and the oblivion; With bits and pieces flashing in front of you Like fragmented vignettes from a long forgotten dream. 241