Independent of reality,
Soaring through the sky.
Gravity can't hold me down,
I'll take my chance and fly.
This atmosphere, it smothers me,
It grips me by the throat,
I gasp for air and sputter
And just try to stay afloat.
I need an escape, a path, a way,
An outlet to be wild.
The tension of the real world
Is no place to raise a child.
-Mandy Michelle
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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