I am surrounded by remote controls The bright white sky is staring back at me While trying to avoid a programmed path A staler path cannot be bounced On my quest to conquer time I've managed only to drip Pieces of myself Collapsing for the dams have broken up I cannot grasp the river flowing down I refuse to watch the view go by There has got to be a way to swim But I am glued to this thought While running endlessly to catch some butterflies I never notice the punctures in the ground.
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