Going in circles
Frantically searching for a space to fit me
One two three four times
Flight or flight kicking in
This is for the birds
As I make one last futile attempt
I see my opportunity
I don't want to be, but I need to be
Heart beating
The commotion is too much to ignore
I see faces.. in slow motion
Some happy.. some sad
Things don't matter.. people matter
I know you.. you know me
Where are you? Where is the door?
There you are.. Bye
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