Floating
Thousands of miles
In any direction
An endless arena of empty blue
Yet I am confined
I cannot walk
I can barely stand
What is the point
Of wide open space
If we are trapped
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Floating
Thousands of miles
In any direction
An endless arena of empty blue
Yet I am confined
I cannot walk
I can barely stand
What is the point
Of wide open space
If we are trapped
