My eyes are blurry, my sights are low,
I’m trying to hide, but there’s no place to go.
You can tell I’m in for stormy weather,
For all my days are melding together.

You hold nothing but Dangerous Intentions.
Running and chasing in all directions.
Leave me wondering, what can be done,
To vanquish your forces before the sun.

I see on the horizon a fading light,
The door once closed, I’ll have to fight.
Oh future seer, seeped in knowledge,
How lost am I, in your foliage.

I learned my limit, I learned my stay,
I learned to run, I once walked away.
And as I prepare to make my stand,
I am afraid, of who I am.

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