in a desperate tone:
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Lost in space,
own my own time and pace,
where the voices of the people
are only soft whispers in the wind.
There I live,
trapped like a madman
in a mad house.
Why should the rain pour
over this undone soul,
and better yet,
must I ride away?
Embrace the fear,
forgive the pain,
ignore the world and dance
through the ages
as a naked soul.
Dance through the ages
in a madman's bones!
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