grounded, 5 a.m.
the nitelite is comforting,
but gravity is holding you.
once settled into sleep
you have watched, on repeat,
the story of your life
across the ceiling;
and in review,
you´ve said the air was singing
it´s calling you you don´t believe
these things you´ve never seen
"good morning, and how are you?
the weather´s fine, the sky is blue-
it´s perfect for our seminar..."
"now close your eyes,
and start to breathe,
allow the noise to recede...
...allow yourself to drift and fly away."
but you just stay.
You´ve said the air was singing
it´s calling you you don´t believe
these things you´ve never seen, never dreamed
did you hear these voices callling
locked into the conference room,
"we´re only what our minds assume..."
and rationale is leaving you.
this conceit, these systems of belief,
your counselor agrees,
"you´ve always marked these boundaries, now
you´re free..."
and with relief.
you´ve said the air was singing
it´s calling you you don´t believe
these things you´ve never seen, never heard,
never dreamed
you´ve said the air was singing
it´s calling you you don´t believe
these things you´ve never seen
never, never, never.
once you had a dream
of oceans, and sulken cities;
memories of things you´ve never known
and you have never known
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