The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
No law that forbids the Sun from bleeding into the sky
There are no ends to the trunk
nor starts to the branch
There are no fences or walls
No corners or edges
Nothing sharp enough that it could cut my soul
I open my eyes
I'm still at my desk - chained, only by fear
My weekday tie fastened just loose enough so I can't complain I am choking
I am choking!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
No law that forbids the Sun from bleeding into the sky
There are no ends to the trunk
nor starts to the branch
There are no fences or walls
No corners or edges
Nothing sharp enough that it could cut my soul
I open my eyes
I'm still at my desk - chained, only by fear
My weekday tie fastened just loose enough so I can't complain I am choking
I am choking!
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