Wish,
me, to be,
far out of this tragedy.
I, am singing loud inside,
inside of my own,
may leave,
this singing out of me,
now that I need empty,
to fill new flow.
Can, this go out,
please once more,
I need space for more.
Why, can't I see over,
over my own shoulder,
enlonging hands forward,
stretching even more,
reaching nothing else,
all seems like glass.
I can't reach over,
over my own self,
bending even more,
just wanting to leave,
and go,
no matter where,
no matter how,
just come back free,
without halving,
oh, nothing more.
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About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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