Lost in the arrays of mystery
flowing with the wind
swift-fully
i without a doubt
follow the current of the skies
which takes me up high
so then i feel like i can fly
but the question lies
“for how long?”
even tho i cannot tell time
then the wind shifts to a new pattern
one more confusing than the others
slowly drifting me away to Saturn
suffocating from the lack of oxygen
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