The space I chase is out of reach again
The trend unwound, confounded
Astounded by inaction and bounded up in traction
I have broken my everything and the sentence is clear
The end of this time and the start of some other
This is the challenge the ballast I’d toss out to ensure sleep
To creep through an open door or to create my own
Striding confidently through and over and around
We have found ourselves to be able
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