Timeless

My WorldI sit here,a tortured fool, upon what appears to be the ground The walls have been torn down and the blueprints burned The paths were washed away by a flood of my own makingMy World
I notice the clock next to me and realize that it has no meaning The compass no longer holds its bearing
The photographs are blank and silent, no longer telling a story of what was There is no food, no water, no music
Is this what it means to be free? Can I live in this world, of openness and nothing?
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