half an hour to go................ butterflies.
torn telescope looks outside
ranging colour blinding
downwards go, looking to find...
twenty five minutes.
a sweat to cover the area
and a wretching to a freedom
i could stay inside
but what keeps me in line?
pupil marches toward darkness
a head space not yet filled
i got twenty minutes left
but i dont know where im going.
yellow and red
and the cold wind blows
you're being so controlled
not sure any one else knows
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