Feeling

Rushing headlong into nothing.
Going nowhere at a rate of knots.
Feel the bind, feel unkind, am I blind.
Going through the motions, going out of my mind.
Dreaming of a destiny that far beyond distance.
Knowing somehow I have to make a stance.

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