Lately it feels like the walls are closing in again
Like i am going in and out of a conscious state
Like I am missing time, space and its continuum
Like my life is without a trace of nothing but raging storm
I don't want to search for answers randomly
I am scared of responses leading me astray
So maybe that's why I am on the phone calling
Did you know my life would be like this, when you made me out of clay?
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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