i keep stumbling over the reality.
of the situation i am in.
i keep responding as if it is
two weeks and four days ago.
catching my tongue. threatening my thoughts.
the walls, they keep spinning.
or maybe its the foundation in which im standing.
fourteen days. sixteen nights.
one day i will be able to stop the count.
wont i. isnt that the way it works.
numbers and letters. building blocks for our thoughts.
dream it if you can think it.
believe it, if youve got it in you.
trust it. love it. dont ever flee from it.
the it of the worlds. the way weve become.
no man, no aid in hand.
step the boundary. cross over the line.
your life is over lovely lady mine.
its always one step forward.
two steps back.
even though we're the only one running.
on this endless track.
a race against time.
scraping up whats left.
of the spoiled rotten waste.
bee sting and your sad.
my eyes must do the talking
if we ever want to finish...
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