Hovering above me like a stick
Limboing between the ground and what I need
So close and so far
That I don’t know what’s reality
Am I even existing? What was my home is somewhere I am just visiting, on vacation from where I might be one day
Who might roam my quarters some day is beyond me
But I need to do it myself
Be myself
And I thought freedom tasted sweet, but sacrifice is a tastier bitter
Like a spoiled carton of fresh juice
One sip and im drowning
Drowned, I’m still sinking
And growing more lost
With every step, the compass is freaking out
Like a wavering heart beat, zig zag
Winding road, in and out
Roughly suffocating
Softly striving
For rust
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