My arms pumping, lungs heaving,
Feet pounding the ground,
Trying to escape my worries and
Fears.
But I'm stuck in place, merely
Running in place, with nothing
but save for my tears.
My heart on overdrive,
Red hot blood coursing through
My veins. My body is preparing to
Jolt forward.
But like a stallion being restrained
By its reigns,
My attempts are in vain.
I falter repeatedly,
Like a broken vinyl whose
Soothing notes can no longer be
Enjoyed,
I've become one with this corrupt
Place.
I am the south end of the magnet,
Always being forced back to my
Point of origin.
Chaos...
beautifully sad. Don't forget Frank Sinatra
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