It feels like living
Yet I know that there’s a wall in between
With a door that’s ajar
Where there once a solid barrier had been

I can slip through it
And stay outside as long as I wish to be
I don’t need the key
When reality hits and makes me want to flee

And I worry less
But it also feels like I’m just compelled to
Like I’m ignorant
Or purposely am not seeing what is really true

Yet it seems easier
While there is still this lingering fear
That all will come to an end
And that the darkness is soon due to appear…

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