Drifting..floating..rising to the top.
Words that had been said, will always echo..
Head always in the clouds,
I still look on from this starry place..
My mind alone, at its safest.
Life is full of riddles.
Trying my best to remain unjaded.
To be a friend.
How easy the simplest, precious things can become tainted.
This little world, so easily polluted
Its much more beautiful from up here..
Whether in this life, or the next..
There will be a time everything is just right..
No fear, no more stumbling towards ecstasy.
A.S.
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