the grains of sand are falling faster,
all signs are pointing towards disaster.
yet, the unknown still looms in the distance.
what will happen next?
they say only time will tell,
but fuck them, what do they know?
it's up to me to determine the future.
if that's so, then why can't i see it?
all i see is fog, clouds, haze, uncertainty.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
i should be happy to be getting out,
yet i don't even seem to want to leave.
Philadelphia, you've been my home for so long,
i just can't see why we should part now.
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