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Tumbling through the outer spaces of my mind
Collecting fragments of lost things and thoughts
As if I was my own mental street sweeper

These sidewalks my conciense walks are ridden with cracks and holes
Shoelaces of my emotions become untied once again
Loosening up my grip on control

The blacked out windows of the houses stare through me
Feeling their piercing gaze in the moonlight of my point of view
Walking across those rough overgrown concrete slabs a little faster

It feels as if there’s something following me
The shadowy figure of apathy not far behind
My beat up converse can’t keep kicking pieces of concrete forever

I often end up on the wrong side of the road
In the bad part of neighborhood
In the dark part of the city

I know I shouldn’t be going on walks like this
Walks where I outpace the truth
Out running my own thoughts

But feeling the feeling of being free from them
Even if it’s just for the second
Makes the crash just more worth it

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© Rynne

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