When your shoes are worn through
And broken,
And your dogs are beat.
Chemical compounds in the sun-baked tarmac,
Like hot, furry tongues
Will lick the soles of your feet.
When the leather of your boots
Are cracked and bleeding
The road will open up straight and narrow.

At the widest point in the open space,
The cloudless skies will swallow you whole
In it's foggy mind.
The air that surrounds you
Condenses into thoughts.
It expands when you breathe and swallow;
You suffocate on dark matter
As it fills your lungs.

Then Panic runs stark-naked, arms flailing
Through the flooding corridors
Of your mind
Searching for the emergency release valve,
Your eyes flicker with horror
As he punches every switch he can find.

The struggle for Freedom
Has become a joke,
With restraints and red tape,
Your eyeballs pop-out of their sockets to escape,
Like rats on a sinking ship.

Nose, throat and fear denied,
The struggle weakens
When the endorphins are supplied.
Liberty is held hostage, arms bent back
At an awkward angle and tied.
The light grows dim and the neon sign flashes:
'Mass exodus consciousness'
I fear we are drowning inside.

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