As the world stills

even though I lose pace
in a world too fast
in world gone still
I can feel this ill

still, believing in free will
I keep walking up this hill
I can feel my own march
with mouth parched

I wish for a face
one to blame on my place
for these troubles and evils
more then my fare fill

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