no one else can
he turn it around again
alone with the pen
pointing him back
in the right direction
does he have the courage
to keep on walking
backwards at times
dizzy most of the time
doesn't move
suddenly four hours pass
something back to him
fly to the next level
of thought
he knew where he was standing
hoping to have made sense
by now the vision distorted
psychotropic spins taking over
darkness all around the edges
are sharp and so many cuts
creating space in the mind
spiraling out of control
regain consciousness
only moments ago
could have easily been
a couple of days
since he knew who he was
trying to turn it around
on a narrow street
that ends at a lake
and the sun sets
behind the trees...
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