My legs are tired.
I can't tell if it is from dancing in my dreams, or running in real life.
My gaze turns into a trance.
I am pulled in by a pocket watch,
Swinging in front of my face.
I watch it turn into a silver blur,
A flash of light .
I am unable to fix on it's numbers anymore,
For time is a mirage.
I listen to words from a distance,
Yearning to grasp them.
But now I am paralyzed.
Paralyzed from dancing too hard,
Loving too much,
And jumping in head first...
...in my dreams
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