Featherweight
I am in need
of a one-way vacation
I wish the petals and weed
are as green as the deepest ocean
the rough, melodic breeze
harassing my stained cheek
weightless but scented mist
like fables for the weak
I am in need
of a one-way vacation
I'll flee as who I really am, a kid
soaring forth in slow motion
and none can reach
oh, none can breach
the core of my will
to climb over that hill.
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