Fly
I’m not afraid to run away,
Even if my external instincts are to stay,
I’m not afraid to freeze in silence,
When my internal mind is in violence,
My steps are silent but my heart is loud,
When I’m alone I make no sound,
I fly back to yesterday’s,
When my days were in a blurry haze,
My world rocks gently in the breeze,
As my spirit lingers in the trees,
Flying through the endless maze,
Bright in the fiery blaze.
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