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Why

One day I stand

Looking at the sky

And I started to

Wonder why?

Why do we walk not fly?

Dancing around in the sky

Dancing along with the stars

With birds and fireflies

Grounded here

Sitting here

Locked here

With no way to escape

Stand still

Stationary

Looking around

For something extraordinary

Looking for a purpose

Looking for a way

Searching for an answer

On how to float away

26.6.2016


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