Wanting to run
There’s nowhere to go
The world has been flooded
Each road has been closed
The trees keep on falling
They’re blocking us in
There must be a way
A single direction
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Wanting to run
There’s nowhere to go
The world has been flooded
Each road has been closed
The trees keep on falling
They’re blocking us in
There must be a way
A single direction
Interesting!
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