the tighter I hold
The looser the grip..
slowly slipping away
Words sound the same
scenery looks the same
Smiling familiar faces
running circles in the same places
but the ground is shifting
Drifting.. can't be stopped..
Airwaves are deadly
currents sucking me in slowly
until I'm giving into the pressure..
Being carried away involuntarily
thrown about aimlessly..
until I glide away
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