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Possibilities There was a lab Just down the hall From this room, This room that was Filled to the brim With those who were ill and dying.
I saw men and women Who wore white lab coats And carried tablets with things scribbled on them, Something resembling notes.
They left that room With excited looks on their faces And smiles wider than all the oceans combined.
They were onto something, I could feel it. Could it possibly be The cure?
I'd been searching the other glass prisons For you, Love. But you weren't here. Had I let myself be captured And imprisoned In the wrong quarantine?
At night, When most everyone was asleep Except for those in too much pain to even dream, Those who would lay motionless on the floor And simply stared, Lost to the world beyond, I left my prison. When the lights were turned off To bring mild comfort to the sick, And the scientists had all left the quarantine, Gone to God knows where I would sneak out During the ungodly hours of the night And go looking for you.
I would walk quickly down The seemingly endless rows of cells, Never speaking a word Eyes always searching desperately For yours.
