Lost in the echo.
I can not find the walls.
The sound still reverbs.
The noise marches on.
While I stumble blindly.
Lost in the rhythm.
I can not escape it.
My deep seated indecision.
The noise grows louder.
The end not in sight.
I am lost in the echo.
The echo of life.
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