Stall, just for a moment so that I might unravel
The strings a pleading omen, not a sound when they hit the gravel

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I don't want to write a story if it only reflects poorly
The world inside my mind collapsing
Picture it now trees are snapping

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Tonight I should hie back to you
But they're nailing the coffin that I'm locked in

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Screaming I'm ringing as the clouds are singing
I'm afraid, can you hear? I'm going impaired
Dialing numbers for slumber I'm a hair unprepared
Missing letters for September can't remember when and where
Writing is timing everything in refining
Make a sound, can you hear? I'm still very scared
Anecdotes my antidote for lighting this flare
Someday it'll out shine your rhymes and neon signs will stop and stare

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Stop and wait a moment there's still time to let it open
Secrets are fleeting tokens, just know it's not all sewn in

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Tonight I should hie back to you
But they're nailing the coffin that I'm locked in
Tonight I should hie back to you
So I've hammered my coffin, it's better than getting lost is

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh! I kept the first for another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference