Floating This Wave.

Stable, the word brings me aside,
Feeling; to be arrived.
Fable, the story of this life,
Seeing; it being deprived.

Bring me forth with this freedom,
I promise to follow ahead and lead 'em,
Though i never thought to see,
I'm here feeling this debris.

The world starts to slander,
All you feel is a bit too planted,
At that time granted,
You mostly ponder:

"What this world is slow, but by far how slow is slower, the night is day, the sight is like when i lay, opposite, upside, bring me forth dear God. What has happen in this period on time?"

The night is day,
The tree is an animal,

All you are left, is as air.

Tired.

These moon lit skies,
Wake me up as I fly.

The humid days,
Bring me haze.

Keep me strong,
And I will do no wrong.
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