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Too long gone. Too far ahead.
Sometimes the middle is the same as dead.
I search. I reach. Look forward. Look back.
All I end up with is too much slack.

My eyes are foggy. My heart is weak.
I can’t even hear the words you speak.
Brain too cluttered. Feet won’t move.
Don’t know how you’ll choose to prove.

Don’t want strength. Don’t want this fight.
I’d look up but the sun’s too bright.
Hang onto lucky. Some call it blessed.
I say why don’t you just give it a rest.

Tired of talking. Record’s worn out.
Words won’t soak in when I have this doubt.
Page is blank. No colors to choose.
Strange to not care when I don’t want to lose.