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I stare at the wall
This is all I ever do
Perhaps this wall on me will fall
What then must I do

I stare at the wall
I do naught to vary now
If all I am is just this wall
What use am I now

Run stop
Restore

What but frustration
Can be relayed
When I've wanted to leave
But only stayed
To whom it pleases
This act of dragging on
What is to laud
When opportunity is gone
The predilection is poor
Can you fathom such
Exercise it not
Your act is all your crutch
The fetish is fair
Quality to seize
Be wary as it may
Usurp your energies

Run stop
Restore

The mode of events
Leads me to suggest
That cessation must not be
Perpetually suppressed
Now gather round friends
May I have the floor
Hear the rally call
To run stop restore

I stare at the wall
I do hear a whisper near
My thoughts are gone to hear this call
I fear to stay here

I look from the wall
It is all too int'resting
I must break free and leave this wall
Now I do expand

Run stop
Restore