There should be a city
on the horizon
but all I see is grey
A thick leaden blanket
closing in on me
Leaching from my soul
and clouding up my day
It drives me inside
but I will not stay
I push forward
through the advection wind
I push forward
to the Bay
The blocks keep appearing
in my path
but I won't let them stand
in my way.
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