Fugue State


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Unaware of my surroundings as I

Contemplate my life

The time crawls by so slowly like a slug

My search for meaning comes up empty

As reflection fails to yield

A purpose or a passion I can grasp

I’m in a sort of purgatory

My feet are trapped in mud

And sluggish is the flavor of the day

And life’s labyrinth closes over me

And I see no clear way out

Trapped in this fugue state ever longing to be free



Debbie Miller

I am a child of the universe, poet, philosopher and idealist and teacher.