That it is an

illogical apprehension

does not mean

that

it's not

real

to me

and I struggle

with it

daily..

Each day by the minute,

And nearly each and every one of those.

I suppose

I'm crazy

I admit it freely enough.

But does this shit define me though?

I think not..

Yet still I am Me.

Crazy as hell, yet doing well,

At least relatively speaking

For another day or two maybe

It seems time's run out

And yet it'll never stop

Just time, I guess, to find another spot

to be..

Me

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