remember when they found you crying with a string tied around your neck
and they didn't understand, cut the string and placed you in a white room and robe
when all you wanted was to fly like a kite in the wind that wouldn't carry you
remember how you couldn't find a hand so you tied yourself to a tree
and how that branch felt strong like you wish you could be
so you ran and ran and ran and leaped one leg before another
felt the wind rush into your face, air into your lungs
never knowing that even suspended in air, everything still touched you
made you realise your heart was in fact, vast not vacant
and the world contained no waiting rooms.
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