I look around,
Nobody sees me,
nothing but a hollow shell,
My mind is elsewere,
flying high above.
There I am, living a dream
living another reality.
I spread my wings,
I let the wind take me away.
Some people say they see a star,
star on the midnight sky.
It might be a star,
or my usual fly-by.
But a body needs a soul,
Your soul is your mind.
I fall to the ground,
wake another day.
Let me dream,
let me live,
I dont belong here
My mind is elsewere.
Flying high above.
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