It feels just like the first time
I wrote down my first rhyme
As I'm tumbling into dark.
I'm searching to find
The future in the blind,
With it's walls and windows all white.
Don't leave me and leave with doubt.
Closed in, I need some out,
Scrambling to escape myself.
I've committed countless crimes,
Leaving chalk outlines
In the name of finding home.
Whispered and welcomed in kind,
Please don't hope in my mind;
You will stumble through the false floor
Suppressing my urge to shout,
I abandon my clout.
Everything looks better in m'head.
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