you dream of falling down from the cloudy throne
you ask me what it's like to live in a cage
of own tears
what can i teach you? i only know the bittersweet longing
towards the vastness you take as your everyday norm.
i envy you feeling like you can't lose freedom
and the confidence in your thousands of wings.
i don't know why you need so many eyes on them though. it's not like you can see
more
with multiple pupils capturing the same picture.
But maybe in different ways?
get inside my cage and tell me
sing to me, my dream,
what it's like to live and die and live again
and die again every day
when i open my eyes and you're gone
and my cage is empty again
because you only exist somewhere back there, in darkness
vast darkness
of my secret love affair
with infinity.
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