Before my thoughts go there
Can i find a way or a way come to tear
My mind from the fall gravity always brings
And all is ignored, especially the small things
When my mind is floored and the path directs me to the ground
Why isn't there a way around this base?
And where will it take me when I make it truth?
My eyes can only see the ground
No wonder no one ever found anything but obssession
When staring at what held them in depression
Consciousness of fact will bring me back
The touch of pavement will confuse me utterly
"Where is the air?" I will stutter ashamedly
And freely step forward as consciousness returns
I look at the ground and hope it burns
How can that conclude my story now?
I guess I have to surprise myself somehow
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