Treadmill.

Walking and waking in my shadow that encases my dreams.

The father i walk away from you,the closer you seem.

Like walking toward a stranger,that seems to be walking away.

The closer I hold you that stranger seems to draw nearer with an uneasy sway.

The road is long,I can see you running back toward home.

It's where you belong,like the restitched welcome mat that you've become.

It's time for me to run 9itii9ii9wards a shadow,o wo⁹l9i9i9iiiiiii9i,the darkness purifies my lonely embrace.

The arms that use to hold me have disappeared with a faint trace.