fly

thoughts straying
constantly
without boundary
we strayed
looking for
the overgrown path
the road that
seemed the hardest
called by
a sirens song
God knows
the grass was
so much greener
the light
so much brighter
and when we
found the precipice
and dared to jump
we could almost
but not quite
fly

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