My Endless World

From where I'm standing,

All that I see,

Is the miserable state of what home's meant to be.

I try to get away,

But know I can't leave,

All these damn roots make it so hard to breathe.

Everything's changing,

I just want it back,

To when times were better and my life was on track.

My house was my home,

I had family and friends,

I'm trying to reach the edge of a world with no end.

And though it is pointless--

I already know that--

I can't help but wish that the world would be flat;

So as far as I run,

When it's breaking my heart,

I know there will be an end, and I won't have to worry about the start.

The End

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