inbetween
there is the wind and no matter how strong it blows it blows my mind
the emptiness of my destiny allows for creativity, yet unknown
the morning is happy ever after
but time rushes
and doesn't really care
ah the freespirited ones call my name
i don't know exactly what the appropriate response would be
but maybe i will just dance
dance
without regarding the staring scornful eyes
of those who don't
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