There is no escaping madness,
There's just pacing to and fro.
No point in living when life is free..
You got nowhere to go.
Start running!
When the only thing left to feel is gladness..
You just can't make the world go slow.
Stop chasing away what you can't see,
You know it's there..
Listen!
Hear the voice of prophecy,
And don't even think about sadness..
The only place left to go is home.
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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