Blackhole

Things transpiring slower than usual
Yet at the same time going to fast for me to follow
Don’t know what’s happening  am just going with the tide
Am scared but somehow don’t see the need to hide
Whether am driven by confidence or most likely by fear
Something’s telling and urging me to get out of here

So close to the surface i can smell the fresh air
But I cant see the way out, this is hardly even fair
Am getting tossed and turned and pushed about
Becoming so frustrated am about to shout
Ma minds now clouded., I cant find no more rhymes
I’m lost in a black hole we call time

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