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I'm up to date, so why do I feel confused.

As if there's something lurking out of sight,

That little something, leaving me bemused

Because it hints that everything's not right.

Perhaps it's always been like this, for when

I try to recall what I have done

Only failures float back up again,

Embarrassments, and not a hint of fun,

Which surely must have been part of my life

And yet it's missing from my memory,

Wiped out by depression's endless strife,

Cancelled by a faceless enemy.

            If you can wind the clock to show me more

            How easy then to worship and adore.

Brian Hick May 2013

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