I thought I saw it from behind
I hit my head, and pull the blinds
My outward gaze is blue,
but no one can see the hue.
They tell me their views,
as though I haven't got any clues.
They want me to open my eyes,
instead its me who cries with lies.
There was once a shadow,
but now I'm wondering its' meadow.
I thought I could escape over the mountains,
instead they flood with fountains.
On occasion and a whim,
I actually dive and swim.
However I never reach the other side of the hill,
because there's something conflicting my will.
There's still something behind there,
but all I want is to go to the fair.
Sometimes it extends it's borders,
and I mistake them all for hoarders.
I want to reach that cloud,
even though I'm chained to the sound.
Every stranger is an enemy,
and I'd ask the pretty one to marry me.
All the strangers built around me a big house,
but I never add how the lion is actually a mouse.
They head deep down into the ground,
to hide inside their own mound.
Blinded with sophistication,
I built my stairs down under generation.
Still I have my enemies all around,
and a peek through the mound I have found.
Once they stepped inside,
I could no longer face away and hide.
Portions of my clothes, they bite,
and this time I know it's to rid the mite.
They bore upon my nudity,
and instead of fear I felt purity.
The fragility of bearing myself,
transcends me into an elf.
My newly acquired wings though,
make me prance the meadow like a doe.
Not grounded nor in the sky,
it's only in my dreams that I fly.
Like being given tools for the job,
I lay them down and claw at the cob.
The meadow is stretching bigger and bigger,
with the hill hurrying out of sight I linger.
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