Oh! sprinkle those magic dust
As I close these misty eyes.
Let me dream big, offshore
Beyond galaxies galore!
Show me! The limit
As I fall, from the clouds...
As the stars dissolve,
While I grab them tight...
As the earth circles fast,
In a point, STOPS.
All afloat, stared in fear.
S L O W
. . . D E A F E N I N G M O T I O N . . .
Making gravity stick
In diameter line.
Dividing grounds in two.
"*Tis luck I got, facing the sky
while you, No! the ground...*"
Wanna live mid-ground, mid-sky.
But to see, while looking down on you,
I stabbed my self, killing
My dreams halfway, wasted.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Oh! sprinkle those magic dust
As I close these misty eyes.
Let me dream big, offshore
Beyond galaxies galore!
Show me! The limit
As I fall, from the clouds...
As the stars dissolve,
While I grab them tight...
As the earth circles fast,
In a point, STOPS.
All afloat, stared in fear.
S L O W
. . . D E A F E N I N G M O T I O N . . .
Making gravity stick
In diameter line.
Dividing grounds in two.
"*Tis luck I got, facing the sky
while you, No! the ground...*"
Wanna live mid-ground, mid-sky.
But to see, while looking down on you,
I stabbed my self, killing
My dreams halfway, wasted.
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