I'm standing in a hallway, so very very long,
but I try to go forward, but every time it's wrong,
I need to find my way out, but every turn I take,
I always make another, another stupid mistake,
I don't understand where to go, I don't know why I'm here,
but there is a rumour, a rumour that I fear,
It's impossible, impossible to get out...

And even when I take a turn, different to the last one,
it seems to be, another hour gone.

I've spent this hour, planning in my mind,
looking for someone, that I have yet to find,
but the hallway will not end, it just goes, and goes.

But now I'm back at the entrance again, I'll take the last turn,
towards the dark hallway, but then my legs start to burn,
I've been walking for an hour, and getting... no... where.


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Ok, this was just one of my first attempts at a sort of poetry. I'm sorry for posting this, because I know it's terrible. I just wanted to try something new.