don’t get behind me
if ya don’t want me
to keep on walking
wish the walk was with me
not the other way
back woods smoke alone in a room
like a fishbowl without any light
bumping into myself
backwards walking watching
apparently walking away from
everything not my first choice
or even my second
backwards don’t know
how I ended up where I was
or even where I am…
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