Unplugged 1
unplugged 1
A thousand setting Suns
whispering dreams of flight
there was an angel nearby
"Can I have your wings?
I'd like to fly"
He said no
I grew my own
with feathers made out of regret and time
take a peek into my unplugged mind
there's a high chance you might just find
a blind crow pecking away from the peak
as I try to make ideas speak
logic forged by omission
words need no permission
they just flow through a crack
altering my unplugged state of being
so I finally become someone
who's not even worth mentioning
seeing
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