It exists out there, behind a thin veil
That keeps us
Wasting, hours and days
All of our passions bartered and given away
It waits out there beyond that pale white sky
I could go today
If not for the attachments
Like wires in the hospital room
Keeping time with a dying heart
Doesn’t need to be too fast or too far
Outside
Across that thin skin that keeps us
Living day to day
Escape
No ransom, no attachments
Flying across the sky
With no need to settle down
Sad, the stubborn solid ground
That calls me even while I rise
Insists on predicting my demise
But the white sky hides
A life I always dreamed was mine
I will find it, I have found it
All a matter of time…
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