Don't Panic
Skating on a smooth obsidian sea, black sky reflects under your feet
Miles away, the lights of your city life still burn, where the tick of clocks and the click of locks are anxious for your return
The cold air drowns out every sound except your breathing - your breath rising up from the ground
You could glide forever with your hands behind your back, but unseen, the ice beneath you begins to crack
Are you out there? who is watching over me? I am floating
Here's to hoping here's hoping.
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