I turned to face what wasn't up to me
All these tries before I couldn't believe logically
What I would find through every inch that I could be
Could vaporize me
Wasn't up to me
All this breeze through the eucalyptus trees
Calms my buzz
Pluck the feathers
Stretch the fuzz
Breeze won't stir
Through the pine and juniper
Burn my skin
Press the petals
Walk Again
Thank the Meadows
Talk Again
With your eyes closed is the only time
In which you'll have a chance to find
Your mind
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