i feel bones sprouting behind
my senses expanding on my back
are humans supposed to experience
this feeling of freedom, of blue and black?

i taste honey on my lips
and see feathers on the ground
i look up, the heavens weep
the Earth's gone mad, all around.

the sky, so wide and welcoming
so blue, so light, so gay
i tap my feet and let myself soar
holding my hands up, eyes wide in prayer.

i stare directly at the sun
letting it burn my eyes
so magnificent, so radiant
who cares if it'll hurt some time?

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