I feel pressured. I feel confused. I feel sad.
I close my eyes and a whole new world begins.
I open my eyes and that world falls apart.
Running. Turning back. Looking forward.
My feet sink in the dirt as the rain falls.
Out of breath, the road never ends.
Thoughts. Questions. No answers.
My mind thinks, forgets and then regrets.
I want to move on. Start over again. But I’m still a question mark.
Status. Identity. Future.
Am I ready? But I can’t move.
Am I slow? But I know what to do.
Weak. Bound. Powerless.
I can do anything. But can’t touch.
I can think. But can’t produce.
I live, but can’t breathe.
I dream, but can’t pursue.
I am perfectly alive, but die every second.
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