in the midst of fog,

I sensed the false.

my eyes are wide awake,

but somehow my mind is not.

It is lost somewhere,

or it is just trapped in imagination.

I can sense something is wrong,

but my mind defies my call.

it is the weak voice of my heart,

that helped me to wake up.

to stand and to speak,

and to fight against all odds.

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