I can't get lost anymore, so why do I still hide?
behind the shades, behind the clouds, you can still find me in the sky
trudging through the turbulance which trembles up and down my spine
My bones are too weak for the altitudes force
I'm coming down from my high
but the way down is gentle and smooth
my hair grows longer with each whip of wind that glides through it
my thoughts grow deeper as i descend out of the blue limitless sky
I can't determine when I'll hit bottom
All I know is that it's arriving soon
will I beable to land on my feet
or will my impact affect my daydream mood
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