Tired (poem)

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I'm tired of dancing to music I can't hear.

Of seeing things that are neither here nor there.

Of flying through a sky nobody else knows.

Of being in that place nobody else goes.

I think I once knew how to live in this place.

How to pull a steel mask all over my face.

How to breath in the world and let it all out.

How to push the air out my lungs to my mouth.

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