Going Down
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David Harris
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I’m on an endless treadmill
my head is going round and round,
I see myself with no future,
only some kind of despair,
with no way out.
A job at a dead end,
which is the way I feel,
my life in a cul-de-sac,
with nothing there.
Backed into a corner,
by everything around,
feeling helpless and hopeless,
with nowhere to go.
No up lift visible.
No sanctuary anywhere.
No way out to be found.
Just going down,
down,
and down.
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