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I. There are two windows in my bedroom, one I look out every day, one I look out every night. I see my neighbor out the one, out the other, a magic sight. The window in the day is just a window in my wall. But the window in the night is a window to my soul. Every dream I've dreamt, every memory that I've held, every fear I've broken, every demon that I've felled, every time I close my eyes and see the other place I live: I open the pane, leap through it again, spread my arms, soar and fly. II. No need to shake me from my bed, I'm already moving, ready again. No need to repeat what you just said: I've been looking forward to this all day. Open the window Open the sky Open your arms and let us fly Open your mind, Open your soul, Open the cage, and soon be whole. Open the pool dive in to your dreams, what I see from this window is not what it seems. III. We journeyed so far tonight, but now I must return. This body needs to sleep, it's my other world's turn. Open my eyes, climb out of bed, my feet touch the ground. I may not fly, 'til tomorrow night, for now, I'm gravity-bound.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:37 AM UTC
Living In Two Worlds, Sleeping In One
I. There are two windows in my bedroom, one I look out every day, one I look out every night. I see my neighbor out the one, out the other, a magic sight. The window in the day is just a window in my wall. But the window in the night is a window to my soul. Every dream I've dreamt, every memory that I've held, every fear I've broken, every demon that I've felled, every time I close my eyes and see the other place I live: I open the pane, leap through it again, spread my arms, soar and fly. II. No need to shake me from my bed, I'm already moving, ready again. No need to repeat what you just said: I've been looking forward to this all day. Open the window Open the sky Open your arms and let us fly Open your mind, Open your soul, Open the cage, and soon be whole. Open the pool dive in to your dreams, what I see from this window is not what it seems. III. We journeyed so far tonight, but now I must return. This body needs to sleep, it's my other world's turn. Open my eyes, climb out of bed, my feet touch the ground. I may not fly, 'til tomorrow night, for now, I'm gravity-bound.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:37 AM UTC
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