Avenues and alleyways
Decisions clutter the map
A boulevard of broken dreams
In constant, continual loops and laps
The race for the cure
Has no real ending in sight
Tortured souls grimace sorrowfully
Dreaming of a peaceful light
The weight bears down immense
Like a lead foot on a straightaway
You focus desperately, longingly
For the off-ramp to run away
This one-way road trip
Haunts like a desolate island
Never to be discovered nor found
Perpetually a pain to be mired in
Avenues and alleyways
They all lead to one distinct conclusion
Need to escape from restless reality
Into a realm of whimsical illusion.
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