Seeing things, from a different point of view
Wondering, what it's like inside your shoes
Wandering, through the thicket of bamboo
Never knowing that you can't breakthrough
Fast asleep, what's it like inside the dreams
In too deep, balance softly on the beams
Off my feet, falling down into the steam
Laying sweet in the eye of the moonbeam
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