The Room
The room is spinning, I'm seeing what I need to do right in front of my face. The spinning is picking up it's pace. Im moving but it feels like I'm in a maze. I'm changing direction but it feels like I'm still in the same place. SOmebody get me out of this daze! Or is this just a faze?
If it is Let me get out! I need to get back to reality. It's spinning faster I can no longer see a helping hand. All i see is darkness. Is this all there is in this room? I know there is more. I just cant see an open door. I'm feeling dizzy now, maybe I should just lay down on this floor. Close my eyes shut it tight , and then when I wake up everything will be alright. Is this the answer? Couldnt be thats not it It's too easy. Truth is when I open my eyes the room will still be spinning. No one can get me out but me. I have to figure this out on my own. It might take awhile but I'll get out. The first step is to take the next step because there is always an open door.
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