I'm drifting away
I feel it in the air,
and in the thunder.
I'm being pulled somewhere else.
My body will stay,
But "I" won't.
It's too bad.
This life can be comfortable,
yet exhausting.
A breeze is picking up in the distance,
And I feel the urge to climb aboard this ride to nowhere.
I prefer to be lost in my mind,
Somewhere else,
Where the air is crisp and empty.
There's no room to breathe here anymore,
...
No room to be me.
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