I searched the whole place,
It's all the same.
Sun is down, night is up, I have to get out of here.
I ran fast as I could to not get caught of the night getting deep.
No one is after just want to go home.
Alone but not afraid to get lost,
I'm breathing yet dead.
The poem I read it started at the end.
My way home is east and I'm certain I've been running around north, south and west.
