when you wish you were gone
far away on the fluffy cloud
Have you had the want
to meet acceptance
draped in undress
have you had the need
to make love with destiny
on the golden chariots of fate
to run, to laugh, to riot
usher in the rush of the first joint
to rest, to sleep, to weep
tears surging on the first heartbreak
to leap, to dance, to live
far from what you have come to be
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