Addicted to that change of state.
Pupils size of dinner plates.
Vunerable just like wry bait
See the geometric vibrate.
Look at my hands.
Look at my past.
Look at the action.
That just broke my mast.
Take the wind from my sails
And the man from the helm.
Let me drown in the water
Like processing film.
Breathe in the water yet don't feel the pain.
Realize this and dreaming are all quite the same.
So take your own hand and rise up to the air.
Float where you want with out ever a care.
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