Mystical Phase of the Unknown

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I woke up trying to figure out where I was.
Is this some sort of scientific unknown or duja va.
It took some minutes before I snapped out of it.
Oh, it's another day here.

Living like a refugee lost in time.
With no identity or lead.
At least your memories are intact.
A reason to imagine.

There is no dying in this space.
So, you live with the unknown.
You embrace whatever each day brings.
You try to make each day unique and special.

Reality sets on you.
Because each day plays out the same to you.
You haven't figured it out.
You are worried and tense.

Surprisingly, a new day opens a new chapter.
A true new dawn which brightens your day.
Now, it's exciting and hard to believe.
You loved and cherished it.

But, just as it feels you are at the peck of your enjoyment.
The wind blows and takes it all away.
The reset mode activated, and everything was back to the oldies.

It's even worse than before.
It's hard to breathe, take me away.
Your pleads end in massive tears and sorrows.
You are back to the rhythm of the unknown.

This is the life the unknown chose for you.
It can't be defined nor traced.
You see, act, and dwell in it.
The journey continues without choice.

Thank you very much for stopping by my freewrite poetry.

I hope you enjoyed your read.

Wishing you a lovely day.