Unsafe, unsettled, captive to my mind,
Caught by impending ambiguity,
Lost in a steady rain of thoughts unkind,
Just out of reach of true reality.
I know the signs and triggers, subtle clues
That signal shifted thinking, but I feel
A restlessness and see in starker hues
That taint the truth and dull my sense of real.
This state distorts perspective, leaving me
The least equipped to navigate the haze.
My greatest need is objectivity,
But I stay subject to uncertain days.
But truth is truth and real is real despite
My inability to see the light.

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