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DYSTOPIA

Entangled and entrenched in a mysterious maze,

No positives and all negatives I got myself to be strangled;

Lippy but cheeky, I feel I have an incubus; and I

Loaf around with a colored glass vision.

I envisage my life to be at docks,

Enlisting worries to be too many, but literally having less.

Eldritch, I malign my life and put it heavily down,

When there is no such ghost of that sort to needle me.

Unwarranted, I seem to kow-tow my dystopia,

Though true; it seem to be unrealistic and non-existing,

How come, my mind garners so much respect?

To a thing, which I’ve on my own, taken to be as such.

Baffled by this strange but unusual behavior,

I feel I’m abashed and indignant, lest I care;

I got to galvanize myself to set my house in order, 

As this might take me to an undisclosed destiny, if I don't care.