1.
We daydreamers will never touch the ground
Because the shambles of our lives are
sharp
Music in our heads blocks the ragged
sound
Of time’s endless march and Death Angel’s
harp
2.
we don’t know
what normal is
terrified
we escaped into
the dreams
3.
artificial
air
thinking
of a mountaintop
green and
blue and you
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