Sometimes we only live for the here and now.
Sometimes we're lonely.
Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded...
or fly away again.
I will fly away again.
I feel rain pouring down.
I wait to rot away.
Live again.
Here forever.
The spiral never ends.
Why are we feeling something's familiar around us?
Are we just dreaming?
Always we search for the answers but nothing is found.
We fly away again.
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