it’s like wandering the forest
or strapped to a merry-go-round
the scenery, spins all the same
slipping by without a sound
It’s like trying to, swim in sand
a hallway, that never ends
like I’m reaching, for invisible hands
karls
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CATEGORY
life
it’s like wandering the forest
or strapped to a merry-go-round
the scenery, spins all the same
slipping by without a sound
It’s like trying to, swim in sand
a hallway, that never ends
like I’m reaching, for invisible hands
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