Those roads and streets they cut.
They cut off circulation.
Just like chains around my wrists.
Yeah.
Pushing me in these same directions.
Caught in a maze of dull routine.
A body in motion, a mind crippled in inertia.
Looking for an avenue of escape.
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Begging for release, from these paths worn thin.
The feelings that I
