Running In Circles Inside of a Cube
running in circles inside a cube
up the stairs and out the window
downstairs over a fence then under ground
no ground above
dirt fills my lungs
living off the dirt
a specks child
twisted and warped
flesh like a tarp
cold air and water mild
dry skys tears
acid wears on my minds eye
nothing worth all this time
life was fine
smile now your not alone
slowly you turn to stone
sitting in water
unaware your only sand
just the same I am a man
sitting in time
turning into the dirt that I breathe
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