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[I am] Swimming through the graceful night
Though lost in a deep thought trance
Do you hear me calling? Singing?
Yelling, wailing
My breath dances upon the darkened air
Chased by lights that hover,
Like halos on stars
I flee to the comforting gloom
Thoughts constantly drifting, consistently fleeting
A myriad of colors and feelings
I am running, running from things I can't comprehend
Fleeing, fleeing these thoughts of trying to understand
Where do I go? Who do I know?
I am lost in this despair
Alone, alone in the dark but not afraid.
A sensed presence in the corner of my mind
Thin knowledge of what may com