Circling the pit

Circling the pit.

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I don't know when the pit appeared,

Or was it always there.

Maybe the child I was , was too blind to see.

Maybe the man I am dug it.

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The light I have unable to illuminate,

I keep wondering what it houses.

The things I've lost

Or the things I could be?

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All I know now is I can't fall,

It's unseeable base waiting for our Union.

Getting farther each day as I circle the pit.

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I go through the same place over and again,

small rim not allowing me to stretch,

without falling in.

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Tracing footprints of the days earlier,

As I pass where I started.

Each time I stop and wonder,

Am I in the pit?

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