He folded me a paper plane so I could get away. Measured the direction of the air, calculated where I would drift, And he sent me to a place we both knew didn't exist. It floated long, and it feathered far. And as I was as high As a kite… I watched the rest of the sorry world pass under me. No one could touch me now. Envious of my flight I was Like a broken bird, lost my wings… Waiting for the first powerful breeze to carry me to the next flower That I will inevitably infect and disease. But when it came time to land… He was no where to be seen. He had abandoned me… Let me alone in a room with our disease. And I had to plummet to uncertain death by myself, I held on tight to my carrier as the rocks grew nearer, Thinking about the ambulance that came to bring me back to this cruel world… But upon my return to reality I realized I was part of the cause, And not the cure. And gravity pulled harder…. So I fell faster… Could not come to terms with the fact he was going to Let me die alone… as he went and died without me. So my plane crashed. And my pieces scattered across the vast wasteland. And all I could do was pray that all The kings horses, And all the kings men… Might be able to put me back together again. |
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