I instinctively clench my hands
The cool wind commands
It extinguishes the fire in me
I'm still stuck in the cogs of the machine
The will is bound by the force
It's good and it's bad!
For I have an empty grimace on my face
An enslaved thought
I'm spinning in my head like a sepsis
Anxiety shivers
What have I lost? I know!
I hear louder and louder
The ice on which I was standing is cracking
It's me - missed target!
I give a sickly smile
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In he is still stuck in the gears of the machine
The will is bound by the force
It's good and it's bad!
Enslaved thought
It's spinning around in my head like a sepsis

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