Dim lights, long nights
spent all alone
My mind in flight
dry as a bone
All my waking hours
deep in thought
and all those ancient flowers
that I never bought
Rooms spinning
Mirrors grinning
back at my face
I've got to leave
get out of here
vacate this space
Times are no good
They are too hard
and I can't get by
I cannot leave
But I sure can fly

Crystal moonbeams
dance across the sky
shadows are low
lights are high
But not out of reach
for the meaning
is different to each of us
What we see
is what we feel
but too many times
it is never real
and we are forced
to steal away
into our minds
looking for something
we may never find
Humanity searches
on and on
always hoping
and always gone
So we chart our course
and take to the sky
trying to soar
before we can fly

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