In
A state
Of mind that’s
Almost there,
I wake
Up
And realize there’s something fighting
Inside, choking down
Every regret,
Watching the lines restrict my
Eyes.
In this slumber conspiracy
Images pound behind the lenses,
Slowed with the weight
Of your blame;
But
I drift
Above skies
Of green
And play the
Anti-gravity game.
After being fed
All those lies,
This
Astral
Escape
Is slightly
Euphoric.

 
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