In the dark, the possible can come true.
In the light, the impossible is all I have,
can you give me a clue?
The hills are becoming mountains.
The trees, I cannot climb.
Can you hear me, are you listening?
Am I running out of time?
I feel naked, alone, and sad.
But at times, I grow incredibly mad.
The happiness comes and goes.
I have many highs, but too many lows.
What is it that can cure my blues?
It's the dreams that I hope to come true.
They say the clock is ticking,
my time is running out.
"Why do I have to give up!",
is all I want to shout.
It's true, I want to give up,
throw my hands up in the air.
But all I can do is look the hole in the face,
not blinking,
with just a stare.
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