Between waking and sleeping
In this transitional moment
I get flashes of things that aren't mine
People and places
And squiggling lines
Gone in a moment
I understand nothing
I live in this moment
Between birth and my death
Brief flashes from anyone willing to give
Faces and places
And squiggling lines
Gone and forgotten
The meaning of life
I'll go to sleep
Before I'm gone
Show me something
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