Fantasy of my own
In the darkest night, I floated up and reached the unrevealed secret beyond the sky and its lune.
Playfully counted the stars and felt their power among their shiny stone.
Sat on the moon and waggled my feet in the empty air where space is my richest grass.
In the dark of the underworld I reassigned and shined, as the stars never gone blind.
Beyond the endless line as I call it fantasy of my own where my soul is liberated, no verdict or fear.
I died thousands years ago and yet still alive within the inhaled air.
I travel everywhere I want to be through your eyes and deep down within your sympathized soul.
I’m the world of your freedom and a fantasy I call it my own.
Playfully counted the stars and felt their power among their shiny stone.
Sat on the moon and waggled my feet in the empty air where space is my richest grass.
In the dark of the underworld I reassigned and shined, as the stars never gone blind.
Beyond the endless line as I call it fantasy of my own where my soul is liberated, no verdict or fear.
I died thousands years ago and yet still alive within the inhaled air.
I travel everywhere I want to be through your eyes and deep down within your sympathized soul.
I’m the world of your freedom and a fantasy I call it my own.
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