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Escape
A thousand suns sit unnoticed
A sanctuary from suburbia, unspoiled
A rare occurrence in a world so focused
A small salvation from the daily toils
For a moment I have no fate
I no longer slave to the clock
There is no late
I fly free from my flock
Suburbia splits the sea
And still Heaven goes unseen
Alone I wonder free
While the world embraces the mean
The yellow hue warms my soul
The petals dance on my skin
The pungent smell swallows me whole
And I have become the wind
The seeds swim through the air
Dipping so daring as they go
Landing with such sweet care
Numbing all I know
As I breathe dizziness sets in
My mind is set free
I can't remember where I've been
My former life unbeknown to me
The intoxicating aroma envelopes my soul
It merges with my very being
My mind, my heart numbed to only feel droll
In that moment it is you I'm not seeing
My muscles lose all feeling
Finally I can relax
From the ecstasy I'm reeling
High on the absence of facts
My shackles fall to the ground
Their gentile sheen saves my soul
For a moment I am found
Yet perfection takes its tole
For even in salvation they must find sin
The sun sinks on dancing seeds and silent suns
Darkness engulfs as the cold creeps in
When it dims there is none
Doomed to the life of a shooting star
Bold beautiful freedom shines
And is ripped away as all things are
I must return to normal times
Without the high of my former friends
My mind joins the gray mundane
A hunger burns with no ends
And once again I feel the pain
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