Come to me, my hallucination, come...
Tell me if I should fight or rest my head,
Explain how can I bar two cars from crashing,
Make a universe for me
Where I know what rules work and what do not,
Stand up for truth or save my brother,
Scream from the pain or be a sage,
Be my autoscopy, my own image
On a blackened glass...
And fade out.
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