At the moment detest everything in sight,
Maybe punch something or start a fight.
Being attacked and can't return the favor.
This dream is the death of me,
Exhaustion from this forced labor.
Seeing the light, then reaching for it,
Maybe if I hurry It'll be tangible.
Might as well floor it,
Feet keep on dragging,
Contemplate giving up a little.
But I don't, I go at it full force.
Sprint into it ready to conquer,
This illusion has me concerned.
Have my vision backwards it's turned,
I've run myself into nothing once again,
Circles have become a common trend.
Alone I stand,
No one around.
Screaming, throwing my hands.
I think, I can,
But I cant.
Try again try again,
This is starting to hurt my head.
This is really a dream,
I've come to believe.
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