There are times where I wonder
Where do I go from here?
But most where I'm scared
Of what's out there.
I trip and fall
Wandering in the darkness
Pushing things over
And making a mess.
Most messes
I couldn't clean up
The gates close behind me
And the obstacles won't stop.
I get tired of running
And so I'd stay in one place
Because when I run, I fail
I can never win this race.
What should I do now?
Is my question by this point
I'm far to weak to fight.
I guess I'll just lay here
And cry
This is where I'll lie.
There's nowhere
To go from here.
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