Reflection, Rhyme

Heavy Boots

I want to spend my nights sleeping on the colorful earth
Dreaming and singing,
And dreaming of singing
to you.
With my head tilted to the dark night sky,
I’d count
Myself lucky for existing
When I don’t feel alive.

I want to feel my spinning feet,
Turning spinning pedals
That turn spinning gears.
But I wouldn’t be chained.
No, I wouldn’t be chained.
I’d fly on spinning wheels
Flying down paved roads of paved towns,
Unaware of the spinning world.
I’d count
Myself lucky for existing
When I don’t feel alive.

I wish you and I were poets,
So that when I say
Let’s run away, you and me,
You’d know what I mean,
And I’d know what I mean.
And I’d count
Myself lucky for existing
When I don’t feel alive.

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