I am trying to swim against all gravity
I'm floating in an ocean without water
and all I'm seeing is just me
it seems to me all others do not bother
a little worm swimming back in to the womb of mother
and then a sudden my feet had left the ground
and me t was I was walking on a cloud
and as i found my conscious me a shout
far from some destiny a bird came singing
it told me that the wheels were spinning
and that the tide truly was turning
when i woke up I felt my feet were burning
I stood up and left my little arch of Noah
standing before my mother and some other Patriarch
we ate t was late I had to go to school
to just find out myself t was me or i my April's fool. m
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