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It is gnawing at my senses,
there's a tremble in my hands,
awareness has been honed to a finely sharpened edge.
It’s the wind that’s blowing dresses,
my eyes cry from burning sand,
this, a gale that leaves me breathless on a narrow slipp’ry ledge.
Is there meaning to the meaningless,
what’s the use of knowing more,
pictures change with each location, while the answers stay unclear.
Through this maze I’m now delirious,
all my instincts in furore,
why I need to escape this reality, from frustration most severe.
I will ride with these cresting waves
through the wind of discontent that’s howling
to a song of sadness that’s immersed itself, in my sorrow, in my bones.
To my wishes I'm a slave,
bound to everything, bound by nothing,
severing every preconception, rewrite that which is written in stone.