I search my thoughts, but find they slip away.
What once was known is lost in the loudest noise.
The child in me had most answers.
The world once seemed a place I knew,
But now its lines are blurred, no separations remain.
My hands once held black and white,
But now they wobble, gone in shades of grey.
The blanks rise as clear eyes leave,
And what I thought I knew has gone astray.
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