One can only hope,
That out of someone, I'll meet anyone,
Orr find my no-one among the everyone.
Logic and law fill these rooms,
While I search for dream believers,
With minds open to the sky,
To spin lovely words upon a loom,
Crying songs into the night.
To grin laughter everyday,
ANd float, dancing on the ground.
Will I find anyone or no-one,
As come floating many bells down?
I'll make my way into the world,
And shaking free of normal's rope,
One can only hope.
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