all of the truth that chases me down and
swallows me whole in my dreams
regurgitates me for the coming day
to leave hope like shreds of ribbons
that i wear long as feathers
and it's rather sad to say
reality has clipped my wings
to keep my feet on the ground
and my head outta the clouds
I'd much rather enjoy the view above the trees
than to watch the garbage blow lifelessly in the streets
and think of a time when I can be free...
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