Far Away
The numb is setting in,
ready, set, go
like Gone with the Wind.
Whirpool, riptide,
unsteady on my feet,
emotions way past fried.
Can’t stand the mirror image,
no one can save me from this,
pulled down by the baggage.
Helping hand,
Scramble up,
lost again in that far away land.
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