Thursday, August 21, 2003

Caught in my own labyrinth
For the exit I look
My eyes searching desperately
Anxious at every nook

Trapped in a fishbowl
I swim in circles round
No light and no air
No food and no sound

My ship is drowning
In the middle of the sea
I scream out for help
But there’s no one but me

I wake up from my dream
Bathed in sweat
The fear of dying is
So much worse than death

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