Fading Fast

Fading Fast

A Poem by Alex Borst

White lines are drawing in on me
I'm lying chained down to the earth
This world is spinning too fast for me
Everything's changed
You're still the same
You're still the same
 
Yours is a heart that's made of steel
You've got me locked away inside
And I will rip it open to be free
As soon as I'm ready to leave
I'm not ready to leave
I'm not ready to leave

White lines are drawing in on me
I'm lying chained down to the earth
This world is spinning too fast for me
Everything's changed
You're still the same
You're still the same

© 2015 Alex Borst


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Added on March 20, 2015
Last Updated on March 20, 2015