Beating my wings
Into the distance,
A ribbon of black--
Having no reason of turning back.
Height of fancy in the windswept field,
Turning my back on the way in.

Can't keep my eyes off the circling skies
Tongue twisted in an earthbound mischief
Very soon,
I am welcomed into Paradise City

Melting into the livelihood,
And stepping back to candle reality.
My reality.

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