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Swift blue emerge from within my thoughts

As a world turns with a strong delicatness

Mystery moves me, and entraps me too 

Sitting upon the back of a camel as he lunges toward the sun to plunge into the flame

I'm stunned by the facts that crumble my identity

I only wish to know what was revealed you see

But yet again I become a plastic bag in the sea 

Drifting and dissolving definitely not belonging 

And a very strong longing to return to my home

Mystic forces seem to swing from beneath my feet

Lifting me to a lower ground, as my wrists float only to be bound 

Like a bloodhound I sniff for a scent 

For it seems all my other senses have left

I feel desperate

Like a stranded man who's found a well

Climbing to the bottom to find there's not a drop

Now with no energy to climb back to the top