Time is burning

Feeling so lost
In a place full of roads
Everyone is on board
While she's stuck
Waiting on nothing
Yet She knows that her time is burning
Not knowing what to do
Join the plane or train
To leave or stay
Why is life so plain
Playing her like a game

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