Lying on a bed, a thought scrambled
Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight
Feels strange, worlds change
I am standing on the same place
Present calms, past shows pain
Future worries, it never rains
Sees sky from half close eyes
Partly moving from sight to sight
Birds flying high in the sky
Trees around saying all the time
You can also fly that high
Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight
Buddies around mine, group I proud
Not be so gentle, not be so loud
Feels stoned all the time
Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight
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