In the meantime
I was distracting myself.
I was mean at the time.
I mean, I just wanted to be seen
(I was seeing, after all...)
I was by the sea.
I didn't need to crawl.
I could swim
I could sing
I could fall.
I drank my tea by the door.
I didn't have the means,
I was poor.
I was sore.
I was swore to be a Lord,
to answer your call.
Dream.
It's where I dwell.
A dream I just can't tell,
beyond heaven, beyond hell.
I dream of being told
I'll never get old,
I'll never need gold,
I'll never lose hope.
A dream is an open field.
If only I could feel,
flesh and bones.
But I'm spirits,
I'm long gone.
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