why pretend the sun is dark?
the magic of stars is dead
fear pushes through me and my sea
unclear memories and sad thoughts
i might be beneath mine
a random dimensionless cloud
a void ocean soft as hope
weak and weary they start to sip tension
drink pain and swim in blood
reading lavish color quickly from madness
a need is tearing you away
taste illusion and save these lethal desires
yet lost wind would harm swift voyage
rough ride for some small red ship
i often think paradise is an open window
imagine a picture of joy and peace
relax and remember to ask why not?

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