Gravity
Gravity, taking me, holding me down
Flowingly, vibrantly, shaking me upside down
Oxygen surrounding and invading my lungs
Could this be the end when it has just begun?
And I can't take the contradictions
Leading me to believe what is not reality
And although I fought to see
I am still blind
Roaming, seeking, hoping to find
An underline meaning, or something divine
I found while searching a sturdy blank wall
I leaned against it, unknowingly knowing that it would make me fall
And I can't take the misconceptions
Leading me to believe what is not reality
And although I fought to see
I am still blind
A whirlpool of thought surrounds me
A hailstorm of doubt cascades
And although I fought to see
I am still blind
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