It feels dark
And never ending
It looks familiar
And you know you’ve been here before
But you don’t know why you’re here again
Because you promised yourself last time
Was the last time
Just like the time before that
But
I keep pushing and you keep pulling
I run and you chase
Circling in a maze
Am I blinding your vision
Do you cloud up my thoughts
Are we thinking straight
Are we thinking at all
Poetry
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This is such a good poem. Its feel like an actual game of tug-of-war near the end, where opposing thoughts fight over what the truth is.