Focus
Paths are up in the air,
Make the Stroms the reasons to fight.
Tell yourself that everything is fare,
Even to look up straight in sunlight.
Cross the space,
And talk with blinking stars.
Even if you reach your grace,
Again, ask yourself what you are!
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