The pointless emptiness of everything.

I’m stood here in this field trying to feel,

Trying to remember what it felt like to feel.

Trying to feel my way around this field and follow my feet

Follow my feet through the field to feel again

I feel the wind blow and I follow

I feel the dog pull and I follow

Stumble and follow

Follow my feet

I look to the skies for direction

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