I locked myself in and threw away the key.
Step by step, getting away from me.
Nobody noticed for that I'm glad.
The map in hand is a tangled web.
Look to the stars, they show me more
than I'd like to know.
Look to the masses, it tells me
I have a certain use.
The glamor & sound chase me around.
I don't think nor feel for quite awhile.
"Hey, honey, it's me at the door.
You never left & the dream is your own.
Won't you spread the seeds you've grown
and come outside for awhile?
Nothing's lost & everyone's always been
around."
Around.
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