In a moment of freedom, standing on the back of a house that doesn’t exist,
Looking into the distance and wanting to leave.
Who could I go to who could I see?
A hesitant second, it was him, then in a flash a realisation,
I could fly to you
The wings spread, the trying to fly,
As the oceans approached and we took to the sky
And the waking from a dream, awoken to stop.
Couldn’t reach, try not to think of it,
Go through the day.
Awake from the start of it, even as the words pull and scream the names,
And the body is exhausted from the sickness within it,
Trying to keep it together and have hope.
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