The world swims quickly by
As I sit stagnant,
Un-thoughtfully packed into some nook, or crevice
Of this storybook.
My heartbeat lies asleep
Somewhere in Tallahassee.
I can't even hear my heartbeat
It's so far away.
Unlooked upon,
I will close my eyes and
Spend my time
In something comparable to rest,
But how can I have true rest when my heartbeat
Lies elsewhere?
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