this can’t be my map
I swear I was walking on
a new road
suddenly I see
my boots are the same
dusty and worn
the horizon is bleak
there are no road signs
it seems I’ve walked in a circle
now more lost than ever
my love brings warm, soft relief
yet not enough to save me
I have to save myself
I fear
it’s time to admit
I cannot do it
I am lost in this desert
I have no compass
this map never changes
the weary traveler, am I
stuck in the spiral of nothingness
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