Tailwind

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Pushing off from the ground
Under gravity I am bound

To this world I am bound.

Banking now, my head held high
A tailwind draws me to the sky

The wind pulls me up to the sky.

As the cool, crisp night fades into day
The winds of fate carry me away

The wings of fate help me fly away.

My wishes teeter into falling when
The updraft lifts me up again

I wish to not face reality again.

Tailwind keep me in my world of dreams
Imagination bursting at the seams

Reality tearing at the seams.

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