this is the best it's ever been
my new sun is rising
but I'm not even looking
at the sky
anymore, anymore
something is out there
shifting
something out there is
changing
I've got my
back against the wall
with my questions in my
front pocket
I'm prying open boxes
sifting through the sand
and I'm finding nothing
but I know something
has found me
I call out
but I
I'd never ask
I'd never wish for
a reply
regardless, I watch the clock
the small hand waves in my
direction
the dictator I can't overthrow
pulls me along a track
by a rope
and shadows play out
shapes upon the
ceiling
I know that something
something is watching
it's oh so close
oh so tangible
for once
and though I'm reaching
I simply am not feeling
anything
limb for limb for limb
I grow numb by the minute
it's running fast, I'm running faster
but I'm
two footsteps behind
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