I visit the door again. Another place. Another. Bang. Same. This is it. Circle. An ellipse maybe. Breathe. The race. A new deadline. Run. Again. Fall. Again. Stop. Stop.
I was born to use my eyes...
Dream with the sun and the skies...
To float away in a lifelong song...
In the mist where melody flies...
I was made to love magic...
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