I feel as if a feather, drifting through the wind
Caught in a state of exposure, I writhe
I can't see the ground, it's fallen beneath me
Help me catch my limbs, they won't stop dangling
It doesn't have to matter, but it does It doesn't have to hurt, but it does It doesn't have to die, but it does You make it so
I lie awake wondering Concocting dreamscapes and fantasies They are not real, but I take to them anyways I float away from reality, drift...
It came to me in a dream That this would come to pass It has not yet arrived But I hope that it will last
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