Where they've said I cannot go
The gears tick
And time slows
I reach
And I seek
For a bit of star dust
Hands of truck rust
I care to leave
Roll up my sleeves
Feel the cold breeze
Am I from Alaska
Perhaps in a life before
But I cannot feel the cold
Even to my core
My life is frost
My childhood lost
I continue to run hot
Overclocked robot
I need the paralysis
To feel as though I exist
I clench my fist
Not from anger
But from joy
I'll face my life
Breath by breath
Run until I'm out of breath
When everyone goes right
I'll take my left.
Even in darkness
I'll find my nest
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