Ticket 2 Ride

I feel inside of a dark fog

Lightheaded and free-falling

The reality compass spinning

A ghostly voice calling

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Prayers, searching for a reason

I’m an astronaut in space

Drifting into darkness

Disappearing with no trace

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I’m okay and then I’m not

I move forward then fall back

The journey becomes a squiggle

Thank god for Prozac

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I’m hanging by a thread

Survivors suffer in quiet

The world can’t hear the scream

Inside, there’s a scary riot

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Death is a black hole

Swallowing our being

Stripping us bare

Leaving us unfeeling

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Light breaks the shadows

A bud appears in the snow

Determined against the odds

Hope reborn as an embryo