The Loop (A Four By Six)


Woke in an asylum
Happily just a dream
Lulled myself back to sleep
Woke in an asylum

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 1, 2017, in Four By Six and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

  1. Ah…this sums up how many of us feel these days!

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  2. Indeed. Common experience nowadays…. ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ต

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  3. Dream on. Maybe your luck will change.

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  4. The bars will break when one wants them to.
    Sadly we grow too attached to things now-a-days.

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    • I believe attachment has been around as a problem for millennia. It’s just that it is so visible and idolised now. And I am not sure that the bars won’t break even though no one wants them to. We shall see …

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