trapped by what surrounds me
nothing acts my age
my body chill
mind shrill times kill
no one waits to turn the page
we've lost the hands that feed
digested long ago
eyes filled with light
all sad and contrite
lies run deeper then soul
freedom's nothing but a word
granted we take it for all
fumble, stumble, all but humble
tumble, crumble
now we crawl
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