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I walk the path I usually do on the left side of the fence Running on the right side there’s you irrational and without sense. Hence, I stop Make myself small, And wonder What if once more the fence were a wall? In my mind, a memoir of fracture And there it is, that echoing answer. So I keep walking Do not want to catch your attention But just enough to catch you stalling Can you not feel the tension? Prevention It’s clawing on my heart, As if I could have changed it You won’t believe it anyway My memories, they never fit Used to run like you Didn’t know where to Now you’re dancing Or jumping or flying And then you start chanting And only I hear you crying