a crystal ball in your hand
foretelling my mood
stop it
the paranoia is a lamp in your mind
it is daytime
stop it
see the sun
feel the warmth
do not make predictions
reality is here
see the world for yourself
do not look at me
feel the grass
not my skin
touch the wind
not my words
fly like a bird yourself
do not think that i have wings
stop talking much
every syllable becomes a bar of your prison wall
try the silence
like licking vanilla ice cream
set me free
for i am free
live your life
do not be crippled by my own biography
focus focus
focus focus
write the words for your life
do not see my notes
be brave
as i am.
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