Narrow
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The walls of the halls are
Stark, white, narrow
Constricting,
But they're the bone to her marrow
Her chances are slim
And her eyes are wide
Her mind is set
But her dream she does hide
The walls of the halls are
Contracting:
She is a doe
Who emerges a deer
Darting through the forest
Swimming a mountain upstream
Back and forth
Forth and back
Everything feels narrow
But it's the bone to her marrow
No more average Joe
Now she's donned a silver bow
Aim the ambitious arrow
Let go