looking for something
in every corner of the room
then outside
with the wind on my face
strange looks
when i asked for the way
i thought i had arrived
but i was walking in a circle
an old sign warned me to open the box
but when i did
i could not hear, could not see
there are no islands
where you can sit and breathe
when i thought i was quicker
the lizzard escaped my hands
sleeping all day with my eyes open
walking all night
and when you run again
i will be as quick as you
we will meet here
and remember those days gone by
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