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Running in Circles

The buildings of a city Towering overhead Like giant, steel monsters That hid under your bed. Lost in a city With no one to help. Each time you try, You’re turned back. The first attempt to leave Began quite well. Until that good friend Was torn from your hand. Lost in a city With no one to help. Each time you try, You’re turned back again. Escape number two Started on suspicion. When the lead was confronted, He exploded with anger. Lost in a city With no one to help. Each time you try, You’re turned back again. Try number three I thought had good chance. Now that I’ve started, I almost wish to double-back. And be lost in a city, With no one to help. Each time I try, I’m turned back again. When first I saw this man, I thought escape was certain. Some doubt arose, as always, Yet I still thought I could Escape the city Where no one would help Each time I’ve tried, I’ve been turned back. I’ve posed a question To better get acquainted. Hopefully, a new friend Will help me Escape the city Where no one would help. Each time I’ve tried, I’ve been turned back. The most I can do now Is simply wait and see If this man Is who I claim him to be And I escape the city Where no one will help. Each time I’ve tried I’ve been turned back. Now I think I should Stand atop a building And, as loud as I can, Yell my desire To escape the city Where no one will help. Each time I’ve tried I’ve been turned back. Maybe I should be me. Tell all others, “tough luck. I am who I am. And my greatest desire Is to escape the city, Where no one will help Each time I’ve tried I’ve been turned back.” Maybe I’m just destined To walk these streets alone Forever stuck, never moving In constant circles, never Escaping the city, Where no one will help. Each time I’ve tried I’ve been turned back. I beg and plead With you, my last hope. Help me out of this mess Before I croak In this forsaken city, Where no one will help. Each time I’ve tried I’ve been turned back.
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Sep 26, 2011
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