Let the world slip away
and push back the colors
invading your mind's stay;
you know they're nothing
but an ordinary waste of time.
Streak the sky with you
fingers high and drag the clouds
like an electric phantom mouse;
you know they're not really there.
Breathe until there's nothing left
strive for depths that have drowned the rest
and cherish the release of letting go
& join the ranks of the thoughtless saints
I've found my way back home
and I know that I'll never make it alone
unless I find myself back to a place that's known.
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