Between the Frames
There's something off about it all.
A glitch that makes me itch and crawl.
I seem to see between the frames,
so as to bypass all the mains.
Within a dream i once did see,
a stranger drop a ball.
I woke to witness someone's head
be smashed into a wall!
The timing though
was too exact.
The way her head
met with impact.
Twas as if he who dropped the BALL
had wanted me to see her fall!
There's something out of place.
I think it might be me.
They say it's not a race
yet shout "HUMANITY!"
Still racing to the red light, friends?
Can you tell me where THE SIDEWALK ENDS?
For i have looked over the edge,
to see abysses- spiraling dread...
(based on a real life experience and slightly inspired by Shel Silverstein)
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