Living in an age with a lot of questions
Feels like no one has any answers
I can still hear the voice from last night
A burned window left on the side
Small blocks lying on the floor
It has no significance; I can’t move
An oak tree is all I saw there
Losing all the leaves in a row
I can feel the dead inside
Feels like it’s surrounding me
Hands roll over to the clock
What time is it?
Seems like the season has changed
It’s only a hunt; when will it end?
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