When you’re walking
And you just have to
Stop
Because you don’t know how you got there.
Everybody turns around
To give you a questioning look
And tell you to hurry up,
But all you can do
Is stare at them.
Who are these people?
Why are you with them?
Where are you?
What are you doing?
And you
Don’t know.
Then everything changes…
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