On the ouside fadin back n forth to the inside.
Rockin in a moment made to break the mind.
Visions appear of thoughts unwanted here n now.
Escapin in a withdrawel ignorin the possibility so fowl.
Lookin inward I feel the what's left snappin in frame.
Eyes unable follow the misqued signals before the rain.
Starin at time spent unravellin driftin sequences unseen.
Even dreams are losin touch unconnected with means.
Poppin in n out I seek for hints of truths subconsciously.
For I can not handle the load of facin coincidently.
Pullin from depths I find myself losenin thy grip.
I beilve on this run I may have somewhere slipped.

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