I feel light
         And timeless
                  The wind in my hair
                           Like an old-fashioned pilot
  
                                       I am flying
                                                In my loud plane
                                                          B­ut I keep forgetting there are
                                                                ­    So many thoughts in my brain

                                                          ­           The plane descends
                                                             I am not a pilot
                                                     I am a miner
                                             In a whole different climate
              
                                      My thoughts are dark
                                The light is dim
                          If the canary is silent

                     T h e n
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