That feeling of being trapped. In your body, in the vortex of the moment.
You learn to recognise your losing cycles, put your head down, become a turtle and march ahead. The slow cadence to the sea, your eventual freedom. Of course you can be swallowed along the way, by a snake or a croc. You can always die of hunger. Move because thats the only game in town.
Meanwhile, tomorrow, the band must play a wedding song. And I will be the money man.
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