caught in a web of madness
contemplating over dinner time
fending off sadness
wandering further than ever before
there is always an option
staring back at the door
smoke with more smoke
standing near a wishing well
wonder if the wishes heard
somewhat hard to tell
where do eyes look
how far must they go
can’t see the other side
who do they say must know
nothing to lose
crushing the stone
rolling right through
if they have to go it alone
then all at once
the tower falls from under
sound heard for miles
rumble like thunder…
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