About to take off he wonders to himself
Million footsteps, much faces and smells
He won for a prize that others could not
It should be a sword but there's no juggernaut
Reach to the illation that turn him to blue
The wind's against him, no map and no crew
The dark grasps his mind, the air must be cruel
Think there's a buto, he sets to be chewed
And fly away tonight with pail of sorrow and pain,
with the 'good bye' and 'see you', catch the different time and space
So Keep your head alive you'll see the how do you do,
gain something fresh and be new, watch the sky dissociate and tear u apart.

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