All that I want is here and I'm running,
I'm holding on but my fingers are hurting,
Standing still over here when I need to be there,
Laughing and crying, surprised that I care.
Slamming shut wide-open doors
Spray-painting new polished floors,
Running backwards away from time,
And through the clouds I climb, and climb.
The sky fades slowly from blue to grey,
Admiring the daylit moon,
And everything starts to ebb away,
And the world is gone, too soon
The stars glow lonely without the sun.
Twinkling little stars,
Blinking out slowly, one by one,
Floating away to Mars.
And I'm alone.
Where is
everything?
I want
to go
home.
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