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Woke up inside someone else’s mistake

Same shoes, same street, same invisible ache

They painted the sky in industrial gray

So no one could tell if it’s night or it’s day

Pulled the blinds on the radio news

It’s a rerun of panic and comfortable blues

Drank my coffee with shaking hands

Wrote my name in the dust on a power plant van

And I try not to think, but it thinks through me

Like a maze with a map I was never meant to read

They said “hold on tight” but I already let go

I just drift where the paperweight sky says to go

The boss says I’m quiet, the clerk says I’m cold

The mirror just shrugs like it’s 30 years old

I’m made out of wire and skin and receipts

For things I don’t need and pills I don’t keep

I watch the pigeons play god on the roof

They fly when they want, they fall without proof

And I envy their chaos, their dumb little stares

They never pretend that they’re going somewhere

And I try not to break, but I bend out of frame

In a town with no pulse, just repetitive names

They said “find yourself” like I’m hiding, you know

But I’m stuck where the paperweight sky tells me so

Every room hums in a different key

Every door is a trap that still opens for me

I’m not lost—I just don’t belong

To the place or the person I’ve been all along

So I sit with the static and half-melted clocks

Count out my days in invisible chalk

Not waiting for something, not waiting to go

Just watching the weight of the sky press me low