Crawl

We crawl through the labyrinth of our thoughts
We are lost
Rely on chance
Have my back and I will keep yours safe
It's like a race she giggles
Slamming her feet on the stained floor
My head blasts
I suspect the link of change
That my sweet powder has been stolen from me
We remember stealing the bicycle and leaving the house
Now the link with the bad man is receding
It is scary not to hear his voice.