static miles of dreary heaven
we pick rules yet thoughts aren't even
sparks fly and burn bridges
momentarily leaving compassion in the ridges
the mind is shut and meditates onto one eye
outside noise bursts and the focus is a lie
an airy mind is being reached out to
who holds tight, relaxes the nerves as we do
seeking to be out of flaws
but that won't keep me human
dreamy perfection can be drunk through straws
yet horizons shall be away, all of a sudden
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