I don't think my body could ever catch up,
To what it needs to feel normal again,
While still continuing, as such.
Have you ever had a dream where you are driving,
Up a hill that is obviously too steep?
You get turned around and hopefully don't crash.
But, you should have known better, even in your sleep.
Well, I'm going to die now, so this may be the end,
Though words may still come from my unearthly voice,
Into this world and do more than they have,
For what's more moving than an undefined noise?
And it's alright,
Death can mean so many things.
It may only mean the death of all my dreams,
Which would be much less disturbing.
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