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I bet he thought I couldn't, but I am.
I am floating on a current in the air that came from the words of your mouth.
I am two hundred miles away.
I am discovering an untold destiny and daydreaming of what would happen in a perfect world.
I am surprised to meet here with the sweet smell of curiosity.

Like taking off tinted sunglasses to see the real world.
Like traveling to impoverished homelands you thought you knew.
Like regaining your faith in the ultimately Real and humanity.
Like walking into a room and feeling as if nobody can see you.

I thought this place was hell, but maybe it's just shady,
And if you ever stop here, you'll know that it's a craving.

I must have run for selfish embarassment.
I must have fled from what is tied to my heart.
I must have loved something far too cumbersome.
I must have found a concurrent lonesomeness.
I must have traded him for everything.

And now I'd like to trade it all back.
-A