Is fun to see the world around,
To fly above and feel the blue,
To let the others taking charge
And not to care of things that bother.

Who's truth is right is not the point,
Is not a loosing-wining matter,
Is just a game I have to play,
To prove myself of being better.

I like to play with fun and joy,
No questions asked, no wows to bother,
I am just alone as always was
With my own dreams, and nothing matter.

I'm flying high to touch the sky,
To clear my mind and raise my soul,
To get away from senseless pains,
And play the game in my own way.

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