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Right Way

It's a cold night.
You don't know where you're going, but you're gonna get there.
You brush past people.
Not saying sorry, you can't speak.
Suddenly, you're flying.
In the sky, you think.
You look down and see you're pillow.
Another useless dream, you suppose.
Dreams can lead to reality, you later figure out.
Times later you're flying.
Everything is white.
I guess you're happy.