I find myself hopelessly awake
On nights where I have forgotten
To go to sleep
Times where I barricade myself behind so many doors
With puzzle locks, that eventually I
Lose track of the times I could fit all the peices together
I wander through fog and broken trees
Grappling at phantom branches
My feet make sense of the terrain through clumsy steps
And the wind whispers fairy tales
That I am curious enough to follow
If only until the the morning breaks
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