Trapped in my own creation
Trapped feeling me as I am
But when the wind blows
It blows me and with me my sense of time
With lawless waves I sway
Feel myself ache in this wild display
This lamp is lit and burning
Fumes of fragrant oil
This canvas is drowning
In colours exotic and unseen
This brew is brewing
And feeling itself evaporate
This instrument strikes itself
And in doing so creates itself
I burn brighter now and then
To remind me that I am
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