The air is abundant with plenty to breath
All around people stroll on, unevenly
I, one of the masses, lost between dreams and reality
no escape from either no way to breath free
The air thinning as the crowd grows thick
People stream around recklessly quick
I toss about with no room to scream or kick
no way to realize substance no way out of it
The air nonexistent as the herd abandons me
un-constraint masses dissipate freely
I'm lost in nightmares forever, unable to flee
no one to care that I can not breath
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