Flying
Dreaming is like flying
Until you’re soaring through the skies
The clouds block your vision…
(Where did these wings come from?)
What is reality?
I cannot tell what is real or not
Even if it is right in front of me
I do not know what normal is anymore
Flying
Through the endless void
Called ‘reality’
What really is reality?
I am confused
I don’t know the boundaries
Between life and the world of dreams
Where do I draw the line?
Falling, I still don’t know
How high can I go?
How far will I get?
Is there a difference between flying and falling at all?
(My wings still do not shatter)
I hit the ground
I find I dislike it, I feel lost
The line was long ago erased
Or was it ever really drawn?
I never want to know
I really don’t care
I refuse to see the line
I will defy all things
And I will keep
Flying…
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~Razi-chan
