Winding

Prime recollection of a wrong inception

Lost in the mind of wrong sensation

See the wounds of the wrong infection

Unsure weight on a mind impatient

Zen complexion that's lost in tension

Rolling dice on what's old fact

Broken section of a rope suspension

Tracing steps that can't be tracked

Winding ways of whispering
Lead the sheep away

The herd is all in truth

I am all that strays

Need remember how I'm dismembered 

Lost in a sea of imitation

Strayed being seems unintended 

Boxed in by my limitation

Zen complexion that's lost in tension

Lost in the mind of wrong sensation

Broken section of a rope suspension

Unsure weight on a mind impatient

Winding ways of whispering
Lead the sheep away

The herd is all in truth

I am all that strays

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