Again

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I'm standing at the edge again,
wondering how far I have to fall
until the winds would carry me
higher than I've ever been. 

I sit here counting stars again
and wonder why they shine
even though the world never
stops to look at the sky.

I've climbed these stairs before.
I've walked these corridors. 
I keep floating; not really seeing
how stars still shine in ordinary light.

Now I'm awake again, 
stuck inside the same routine
and wonder what it'd be like
to live a life truly free. 

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