These, falling seconds
Look, like rain.
Or, even better.
A punch, to the stomach.
Faded analogies,
End up not explaining anything
I am trying,
To get across.
To get. Across.
Carbon copy after another
Adorn the walls...
Of every...
House!
How empty it sounds,
When one,
Can't even...
Forge, a path...
To the door.
The illusion,
Of running around...
With, my arms spread... open!
I embrace, this feeling. Nothing else, seems real.
Nothing... else... seems real.
[Chanted:]
I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.
I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.
I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.
I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else...
SEAMS REAL!
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