I'm falling
Maybe I'm dying
I've found that perfect light
And I can hear it calling me
Yet dragging my soul
Deeper into it so there is nothing else
Just it and me

I flip and spin in directions unclear
Like haze upon an unlit cobblestone road
Thinking that I'm nowhere
Yet moving the whole time
In a direction, pre-destined
Since the beginning of my life
My hopeless and senseless life
Who would take the time to choose my fate?

Am I lost?
Is loosing myself merely my perception?
Maybe I think I'm running in circles
Like wandering through a forest
Have I been here before?
Did I break this branch?
Have I rested upon this tree?
Have I sipped from this creek?

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