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Is it death or Escape
I know my world is not real
I know this because:
One day I found a ladder standing
Straight up
Unsupported
I climbed it
And tapped on the sky
Sitting on a cloud with my feet on
The top step of the ladder
I tap
Tap
Tapped on the sky
I know my world is not real
I know this because I spoke with
The wind and danced in its arms
I drove onto a sunbeam and then
I let the sun hug me and I slept in
Its warm embrace
Sleep
Sleep
Sleeping
Awake
And tired
Tired of living in a world of
Fake reality
I know this world is not real
But will it let me go?
Let go
Let go
Let go of me world
I climbed up that ladder supported
By nothing
And longing for my world to make
Sense
Bit into the cloud that
Once held me up
And I bang
Bang
BANGED
Against that sky that makes no
Sense
Until it broke open
Then my ladder began to
Tilt
And that cloud started
To disperse
dissipate
The sky cracking
Open
Rather than fall with the
Timbering ladder
I jumped
Pushed off
With my feet and trying
To glide
I began my slow
Descent
Hoping I'd crash into
A world that
Makes sense...
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