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I’ve seen this all before

can’t remember when or why

lost and found, but no sign

of what it really means to me

clocks ticking and counters clicking

these rational signs don’t feed my mind

they’re hanging on a silk thread

to keep us together

through evolution and isolation

it’s not me

it’s not whom supposed to be

when it has to feel like home

and it’s forced into a charming poem

but there’s nothing to feel and see

like a withered family tree

I need to feel the heat

freedom to breed, to live at high speed

let’s clear this path and move away

move away, we’re not here to stay