This is it
Stepping out
Im leaving the old me
behind
A cold empty shell
The sun stabs my face
like sharp daggers
Freedom
I drop all my guns
I now
Defendless
I walk , I walk
I find me a door
A barren desert
I search for a sign
a light
to find my way
to a new me
but I only hear sad songs
somewhere out there
Burst of fine firely music
I used to hear
I close my eyes
half-expecting
but then there was nothing
Moving slowly to the closed door
I push
I step inside
I find myself back
at the very start!
The very beginning
at where I was before
The old me ,
An empty shell...
Ironic
I was but running in circles
I have always been
running
and running
in circles....
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