When dreams fall flat on their faces
When the pain is too much to bear
How do you make pleasantries
Or any sense of the absurd
Main street is a freak show
The office is the midway
Everyone performs their roles
But you want to run away
Your eyes see faces that aren’t there
You hear songs carried on the breeze
Feel your feet connect with the earth
You run but never are free
The Word Rummager 
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