I’m sending signals out in fear
to no one I can see.
It’s part of my philosophy
to be or not to be.
My thoughts project my hidden needs,
much like ESP.
I’m shouting, can you hear me?
Responsibility.
The ball is in my court you see
for me to make the move.
I need some mental feedback,
to retain my astral groove.
Were you thinking of me today,
if not, I was of you.
My dead ends and my road blocks say
it’s time for something new.
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