Im chasing my rainbows
Im praying for shooting stars
Im flying on the winds of starless skies
only to get nowhere , real fast
Chasing pigments of illusion,
culminates in sleepless nights .
Steeped in sorrow and confusion -
Overwhelming darkness and blinding lights .
If my soul were to fly ,
Id wish the sky , a cage of freedom .
Praying capture and awaiting release,
tangled in web of contradiction.
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You sound... confused? :D
Hehe but some really pretty things! Pigments of illusion... I like...
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