Atrophy.

Home is a past

Where atrophied dreams

Seek empty reconciliation

Innocent, reckless aspirations

Who had told you to build castles

In the ethereal web of firing neural networks

Home is where one finds one

Let it be a dream, stunted

At least I am me

For a flicker of a thought


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