Black Hole

Time, well it stands still.
But pulses forward all at once.
I can’t tell if I’m the prey,
or the one that’s on the hunt.

And I’m caught right on the edge of
knowing what’s enough.
And the contents of my mind and heart,
Seem so grim, so lost, so rough.

And as I take another step,
I might tumble, I might fall.
But if I don’t I’ll stay right here in this black hole, and not move at all.

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