by Ben Weiser

surrounded from every side
a prisoner of being alive
the door to leave here
is open to faculty
the door to get here
is where all can see

push on, push on, push on
try to breath
push on, push on, push on
outside there's no vacancies
push on, push on, push on
and you'll find me find me
in the sea of fake reality
so it seems we can see
but we are blinded by misery

chased from every which way
an escapee with no time to pray
the way I came from
is open to those who held on
the place I came from
I couldn't see the sun
 

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