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THRASHING AROUND BLINDLY

They say this is the interesting part,
But they're saying it from over there
On what must be the sidelines
So I keep their voices at a steady distance
And run as hard as I can, my legs
Going out behind my, my breathing

Making me think -- that's not what it does.
My lungs are down here, my brain
God knows where... all I know is
I'm not complaining to be on my feet
I'm just hoping to stay awake until light
Makes it clear to everyone where we all are.