i spend so long daydreaming i assume my brain has developed chiseled definition
yet when i snap out of the blissful state i find the world seems unfamiliar altogether
it isn’t as if i miss that voice of impossibilities intruding on my mental meanderings
but i worry i may disbelieve gravity finding myself drifting into the space i am lost in
if you see a fool floating be a dear and toss a rope but make it a long one so i can enjoy the view
Love the last section of the poem in particular!
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it seems a shame to waste the flying
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