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A Closet, My Mind

My back against a bed
Slight dizziness in my head
I enter a big white machine
Life, losing its sheen

The reports come out
No chance, without a doubt
A heartbroken, dejected step
When I experience a wrest

Words cut through the noise
He stands with a poise
“What, what is wrong
Have seen you for long”

“I have no more than 90 days”
Still the same, he says
“You must be around twenty five
Let us take a deep dive

How many days you know
That still make you glow”
A long pause, I can’t say
“30 as of today!”

Irritated I shun him off
“Please to the point” I scoff
Simple response “Okay fine
Still, 3 lives in line”

By the take I make sense
I wake up, all tense
Yes, it was a dream
I eat my favourite ice cream

The situation was not there
Thank god, thanks for the care
But the thought lingers on
25 years have gone

Assets in closet, memories in mind
Only one I could bind
The direction probably needs to alter
Real situation, I cannot falter 

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