The first few times we knew,
Honestly
There wouldn't be an exit.
At least, I knew.
There is a somber acceptance that comes with experience
I am already trapped,
Now the panic sets in as something illuminates in the distance;
The one thing we knew would be waiting
Smiling sympathetically.
I know I'll need it.
And now that I can see it,
I think I want it.
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 12:43 AM UTC
The first few times we knew,
Honestly
There wouldn't be an exit.
At least, I knew.
There is a somber acceptance that comes with experience
I am already trapped,
Now the panic sets in as something illuminates in the distance;
The one thing we knew would be waiting
Smiling sympathetically.
I know I'll need it.
And now that I can see it,
I think I want it.
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