Turn right, turn left
There’s no one in sight,
No one to trust,
I’m alone in this fight.

Turn right, turn left
There’s someone!
Will you help?
Never mind, he’s gone.

Straight ahead,
Alone on this road,
With only my silence,
And all the secrets I hold.

Stop right there,
Don’t take another step,
Don’t you see the yellow tapes?
A hole with an endless depth.

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