On the road.
On a
flow.
In the deepest of the zone.
It's so unknown,
These stitches sewn
Into my skin right through my bones.
I think it goes,
I'd say the most
Important thing is getting it right,
But in the end,
We're just a ghost
That never found the freeing light.
It's out of sight,
I'm out of mind,
And body,
And touch,
And stride,
But where's the night
End and morning begin?
It's dark out all the time.
Everything is not alright.
Everything is what I'll never find.
Everything is locked up too tight.
Everything is nothing to someone who's seen it all twice.

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