What should I write about?
What should I think about?
Among so many derivative thoughts
I reach the dark messy intangible
I get lost in the voluminous volatile abstract
I think about what I'm thinking
And I think I'm thinking
I can't escape this tertiary gaze
That observes everything from above, like a winged bird
I have an incorporeal body
And it's a silent external spectator
I watch the spectacle of disconnected behavior
I perceive everything and nothing at the same time
My deceived subject is my main target
I reach the unattainable in the madness of undefined thought
I think about what I'm thinking
While I think I'm thinking
I am everything and nothing at the same time.
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