Take my tattered wings and learn how to fly
Reach the cosmos, past the sky
Go to the moon
Take a dip in sparkled specks of space
No place like this
In the mist I'll sit and wait
In four walled rooms with no ceilings attached
Like endless hallways with wallpapers that don't match
Relax and float down stream on Neptune's rings
Sipping moon beams
Snorting moon dust
Huffing moon musk
Feeling reborn
But stuck in the middle, the cusp
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
Take my tattered wings and learn how to fly
Reach the cosmos, past the sky
Go to the moon
Take a dip in sparkled specks of space
No place like this
In the mist I'll sit and wait
In four walled rooms with no ceilings attached
Like endless hallways with wallpapers that don't match
Relax and float down stream on Neptune's rings
Sipping moon beams
Snorting moon dust
Huffing moon musk
Feeling reborn
But stuck in the middle, the cusp
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