Dichtende Designerin

At the end of all the ways

I spend hours, I spend days

I spend years answering questions I don’t know the answers to.

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I get lost running circles in my head

Wondering if I’m already dead

Will I ever get out of this maze, or am I stuck in this magical place?

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This confusion I feel

Is it true, is it real?

If I yell at the stars, will anyone answer?

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Can I trust my perception

When I see my reflection?

Who am I and if the answer is yes, how many versions of myself exist?

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I forget of my existence

With a desperate persistence

I keep running into shadows and not running out of them.

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The objects surrounding me

All have a place to be

Only I am utterly lost, still searching for a purpose.

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If I’m part of this place,

If I’m part of the maze,

Why do I keep running like there’s a way to leave?

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Aimlessly wandering around

Wet grass on burrowed sound

Maybe lost is where I’m supposed to be; maybe I shouldn’t be found.

Written in collaboration with Len

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