Floating in the sky
From ground zero straight up high
Palms facing up, head held high
Smog all around
Till I entered the clouds
And then
As I stretched my empty hands
Felt nothing.
As all was lost
Finger tips ached to hold
Yet were left empty to fold
I opened my eyes and felt
Reality is far too cold
From straight up high
Back to ground zero in rain
Euphoria is over
Time to peg away again
Sick of pointee that I’m in clover!
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