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Walking, trudging along the halls of rooms that are left half-dead as I am,
No sense of direction, just pictures in my head,
And those thousand words that each picture is worth,
They scream in my mind 'til all else is dull,
Everything's hazy and clouded in grey,
But it's just another schizophrenic day,
When everything's alive,
With alight that's all its own,
And anything can die in just the blink of an eye,
Whisping away into particles that float
All around me, all around me,
Making footsteps light upon the carpet's red and brown,
Spiraling skyward, showering down,
Leaving me behind without a passing glance,
Nothing to do but watch as the trees dance,
And the wind whispers secretly, telling secrets in my ears,
Multiplying subconscious insignificant fears that lie
Upon the surface of my mind,
A raging ocean, then a calm blue sea,
All these things in front of me are changing,
Everything feels like rain,
Sweet and simple, feathery to touch,
Crash all around me, tell me as much as you know,
You are my friends,
Every little raindrop comes to me to play,
Again...
Stir the dust with sleep-deprived feet that grow numb in the snowstorm,
Nothing to feel, no vison, it's all numb,
The body refuses to keep itself warm,
And I fall from dizzying heights from the bed to the floor,
Catching my heart in my throat,
Where are you when I need to be caught?
Why am I so clueless?
Oh.....
Words spout forward but they're trapped in with the dust,
Nothing to say, nothing to say,
Nothing that would make anything change...