gravity left me
got carried away
the things I see
help me create
all of my ideas
all of their beauty
I don't mind this
forgetting the ground
makes it pretty
my hands hold on to the strings
I am easily attached to things
having fun with my thoughts
awakens my vivid imagination
heading towards the sky
dreamer becomes my occupation
ripping open the air
allows me to cry
with loose tears
I'd rather fly
-B
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