Here I am
Sometimes tall
Mostly small
Hopeful tearful and ignored
I’ve felt it all
I want to fly
This introduction
might end up unheard
but at least I’ll try
I found seclusion beneath the sheets
I harvested tranquillity behind closed drapes
I found magic in an introspective journey
I tapped into the black void and saw infinity beyond
I am the gun who says hello
I am the bullet who asks which way to go
I am Joshua between four bare walls
I am Daniel in an empty cup
I kissed loneliness
And had to ask which way is up
I’m falling
I’m falling
On a bed of stars
I close my eyes
And there you are
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