Part II

  Like water on the face Suddenly a taste Fresh, sweet, Pick up the pace   Feet on the ground, Why've I been hanging around waiting for nothing Wanting for something   Light a fire match the flame Let go, child Be not so tamed          -sk-

Part I

  Softness falling sunny haze Nesting, resting settled in space In these dreams I lie from myself sometimes I hide Sleight of hand, a bit of wit Seems I've got myself soon tricked Under covers time is aging Heavy sigh, need to fly. -sk-

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