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By ravensyndrome   |   
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Caught and confused, snared and held without chance for reflection.
I move forward and my destination moves farther away.
I move back and my destination does not move at all.

Only by standing still, moving not of my own volition can I reach my target,
But then the thrill is gone, the thirst abated, the prey now something less.
I am caught, herded through time, never allowed to take a leap of faith and leave everything to chance.
And it's all a lead up to the last line. If you truly know me, which I doubt anybody does, you will know why I feel this way.

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