Glitter skies
Stream down god’s eyes
Creates emotions that are sensationalized
With fingers, I open ground
And transportation is fueled by sound
On a gruppetto, I lay and lounge
Green abductees
Stand abruptly
Paint a picture of what’s in front of me
Holographic clouds
Created from words out loud
Characters who are never too proud
In an open sea
The reflection is me
Behind me, floating where it’s supposed to be
Because every time I die
I begin to fly
And remember answers to the question why.
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