Sleepless nights, busy days,
The world moves fast whilst i gaze.
Stood so still im my ice,
Feeling so cold, wishing for advise.
High they are,
Low i am.
Some together,
Alone i am.
Water running, melting away,
Down the rocky mountain, it wont stay.
Little will make it to be free,
Batcha something..
It wont be me!
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