Wait.
Stop.
Just gimme a sec.
When did my feet leave the ground?
Because last time I checked
I was down,
down there,
there on the ground.
I was calm
I was clear
I thought I had found
a chance,
myself,
I had just emerged now
from a tunnel so long,
so dark,
beats me how.
Wait.
Stop.
Just float right here.
A cocoon just cracked,
and I have a strange fear
of the butterflies
flappin' 'round in here.
'Cause I'm still just a tad unclear
When the hell
did my feet leave the ground?
I've been swept up
when I just came down.
And aren't views supposed to be clearer up high?
'Cause my vision got hazy
Now that my head's in the sky.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
Wait.
Stop.
Just gimme a sec.
When did my feet leave the ground?
Because last time I checked
I was down,
down there,
there on the ground.
I was calm
I was clear
I thought I had found
a chance,
myself,
I had just emerged now
from a tunnel so long,
so dark,
beats me how.
Wait.
Stop.
Just float right here.
A cocoon just cracked,
and I have a strange fear
of the butterflies
flappin' 'round in here.
'Cause I'm still just a tad unclear
When the hell
did my feet leave the ground?
I've been swept up
when I just came down.
And aren't views supposed to be clearer up high?
'Cause my vision got hazy
Now that my head's in the sky.
Written October 1, 2012. Progress in work. (:
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