69: Shooting Star
Shooting star
Cant rise
Take me
To space
I’ll take off
My chains
Can’t swim
With all of this on
I will strip them away
Thick soup
Can’t drink
Can’t think
Falling out of trees
Looking
For ways to go
Back
Into the sky
Now
That I know
The map exists
Here hoping
I find it
Before I dye
Glowing
At night
Can’t sleep
I need to get out and fly
Keep on
Tripping through the woods
Can’t
Find my way
All of this must be for timing
Is there somewhere
Or
Someone
I should be?????
Catching another breath
Is all the success
I guess
That I need
Shooting star
I made my way down
Running from you
Now I cannot
Be found
Paths in circles
I can see my favorite tree
Eyes in the woods
Not there to help
No where to go
I try to look past
The danger here
Find me
I’m here
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