Thoughts flying like popcorn, chased by monkey mind apes,
Feeling stuck in a rut between a rock and a hard place.
Chasing illusions like sunsets that slip gently out of reach
Behind the horizon, moving towards what?
As gravity increases it gets harder to breathe,
Unshed tears build up pressure inside.
Looking desperately about when I should be searching within,
Can you be only a "little bit" lost?
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