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By Matt Freire

Do you hear what I say
Or do I say what I hear
Franticly I frolic my words disappear
Dieing to live my light slips away

Open your hand you just let go of your grip

Something hiding behind the door
I lick my lips I slide towards

Nothing is parallel
I’m still spinning on this carrousel
Horse moving up and down
Feeling sick constantly spinning around
When will this discontinue when will it stop
When can I live my reality drops
Out the window it soars
I watch the enthralling plummet
Nothing is seen
There is nothing left from it
No where to go
I dream of the remote summit