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Particles of dust float past

I sit in a cage, I wonder at the trap

Every second floats away, exactly like- the last, the last

Lethargic angels comfort me not

Heaviness settles like the plague we were taught to revere

Time coats my throat, fills me with eternal fear

I lay and I choke but its ok

I cannot speak because I was told what to say

My life whittles away

I stay in this single place,

dreaming of a clarity none can give

and living in a stifling reality I cannot replace

Questions saturate my mind, I want to run away from everything I am

I want to change but there is no will in my weakening hands

If I could have anything in the world, it would be truth

It would be answers, it would be proof

But there is no God to answer on command

There is no hope for just another grain of sand

There is no master plan

I try to remember who i am

whether I am bacteria reincarnated

But I must have let the armageddon slip away

I must have been an unconsequental mistake

I try to find my way back to the roots

If I could have anything in the world, it would be truth

It would be answers, it would be proof

I want it in the head of a pin, for me to hold

I would end every hesitant atom to know