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There once was a man who dreamt.
His youth, expiring.
Escape would be nice.
Decisions to be made, the hour was prime.
If a path was not chosen, he would run out of time.
So run he did, toward the door.
But it was only a window.
And he could not escape.
No where to run...
After that sequence of relatively flat, authoritative stauements, the poem seems to cry out for a rhyming couplet to conclude it.
i know the feeling i have no escape and no where to run
You and me both... NightshiftQuote:
Originally Posted by nightshifft