Anticipation

The end closes in like a cold hand,
Like the winter in a barren land.
I gasp for breath as I’m going down
‘Cause I’m too afraid to leave this town.

My dreams, too big for feet to carry,
So sanity, I’ll have to bury.
Who can I turn to during sorrow?
What will really be there tomorrow?





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