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We're all caught in loops of paths unknown;
forever focused on that which has been done.
No way for a single soul to release its pain (its pain)
if all that's seen is a sum of the parts.

Now we try to dig our way out of
the dirt, nails cracking,
breathing hunks of soot
just to stay above the current.

Contact your inner-self and halt your pace.
One cannot wake up if they don't stop dreaming.

Begging to have the strength to
ascend the lithic captor.
Futile is such a quest
without proper tools.

Blind, unconscious, feeling constant relapse,
heartbeat felt inside my eyes.
No regret or bondage to these
feelings and lies.

Contact.
Contact.

Calling to the end of time
the answer lies outside the line.
The eyes of the traveler
must only see what lies in front.

Contact your inner-self and halt your pace.
One cannot wake up if they don't stop dreaming.

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