These waking heart-dreams, things the body knows
That mind would like to highjack, add a storyline,
Encase inside of concrete boots, weigh down with certainties,
And truths about the meta-message.
What they really want is freedom, riding up-drafts.
Following the currents of the winds and tides,
Till they find their own way back as dreams made manifest,
Wishes that you never even knew you'd made.
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