Lukewarm waft of bygone sounds,
Fog of war the wits astounds.
Cold teardrops of yesterday—
Whimpered, for the dawn’s at bay.
Sleepwalk down the memory lane
In search of a ball and chain.
Out of time and out of place,
Vagrantly the shadows chase.
Samsara, the thousandth song—
Time is right, but year is wrong.
Subsequent to my recent summer travels, sleep quality has been heavily affected. Nonetheless, by allowing changes to outpace us like boarding a plane that zooms across continents and timezones, it’s a funny sensation afterwards to find myself disoriented, even cultural-shocked, when landed once again in my own space and my own time.
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