It suddenly comes to mind
That I'm not the only one
Who lives by word and gets lost
On a daily basis

Swimming through the trees
And chatting with the breeze
About all these
Paper faces

Dreaming my dreams of imaginary things
And calling to The Ancients
Wasting away the whole damn day
In all these different places

Learning to fly and wondering why
I ever woke at all
To write these words somewhat absurd
To help me break the fall
 
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