Sinking in the past

“Now is not the time”
you said and said until it struck me
that you’re in a loop

From above the trees
I saw the pattern of erosion
and the endless loop

Sinking in the past
I heard you knocking on the door
I see you in the dark as a ghost

You’re talking to yourself
as if there is someone who listens
but you’re all alone

I left long ago
to show you that there is a way out
but you love the loop
and you cannot escape it

Sinking in the past
I heard you knocking on the door
I see you in the dark as a ghost

Sinking in the past
I heard you knocking on the door
I see you as a ghost

I’d rather take the fall
than not to try and climb a wall
that is standing before me

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