Hidden Rooms
My mind has hidden rooms and secrets,
different situations open my doors
and release a path burried deepest,
like the spreading of ocean floors.
My mind is the game Russian Roullette,
holding the gun and pulling the trigger,
you'll never know just what you get,
but my thoughts will always linger.
I'm not sure if this is right,
or if this is my true fate.
All I know is that what's in sight,
depends upon my emotional state.
So here I am at a looking glass,
caught between two planes.
As I look I just don't ask,
and realize it's rather strange.
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