I’m staring at the wall

Thoughts dried up like desert sand

I fall

Time means nothing anymore

The clocks have simply stopped

I drop

Curious child, shallow mind

When will we meet again?

And will we still be friends?

Check the footprints in the sand

It all got out of hand

Now you say it's not yourself

You just turned to someone else

You are laughing

And you're kissing me goodbye

Tousled playmates on the shelf

You keep shouting 'Rome's on fire'

Indifferent

But now and then

You panic for a while

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by Dickinson