running away from things.
creep in over me
mist of water-like emotion
you get the notion
its not always the same
the quest is failing
the sky fell in my hands
the crowd watched, all frozen in the stands
there is no background noise
no cheering, no screams
there is no way to know
let everything go
time crawls; it is so slow
the cry is of hunting and haste
the steps are light, such flighty grace
only words at steady pace
run away, this is a path leading astray.
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