This track has been hard to run up
Loose soil and high altitudes
Flicker from somewhere behind me
Somewhere back down there
Something catching up to me
Some new phantom
Now a confrontation daunting eyes
looking away as weak as the lies to grease life
Somewhere under the garden bench
Because the world will pry
The willing will lay
Somewhere hidden from the daunting stare
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