Confined, Ceiling high rocks below
I wait for the green pastures to grow
Empty, I search round the screens
watch while you pass by the scene
Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye
Dying, on this carpet
Tread by those starved
Seeing, this distance
My kin worlds apart
Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye
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I really love this, but the third stanza is really powerful! Beautiful!
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