The clouds look so close,
But their so far away.
As I reached up, their shape twisted and changed;
Whisps inside my fingers....
How can I float like the angels....
Transcendance?
Phah, try ignorence...
That's all I'm good for now.
That and watching the birds
Wasting space and complaining.
A raging psycosis explosion waiting
To happen
I see the dirt on my hands,
The callouses slowly forming.
They deceive me,
Lie to me.
I don't understand this anymore,
I do not...
--x
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