no

if I'm not needed, please cut the tether
I don't want to dangle forever

shouldn't have said so much way back then
but, the papers were crumbling so fast
it's hard for me to remember days when
I could easily make things the past

so much walking should get you somewhere
circles, circles, drifting, drifting outwards
a spirograph with legs that won't ever stop
grab the keys, we've got to get out of the sun
the paper is on fire with disbelieving
a whole conflagration ready to swallow the news
secrets kept are better kept further away
but the flames caught the legs unaware

it's so hard to be young and awake
when boredom begs to be slept through

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