oblivious to the calling of reality
i don't wish to go back
to that black hole, dark and cold.
it's cloud nine right here
no worries or troubles
an ease of mind
no dark thunder storms
to cloud my days.
i ignore the whistle of the train
the signal of the last boarding for the evening
there is no question of where it is heading
destination: reality.
i think it's okay to skip one more day.
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