To flutter away
And believe
A sphere that is lucidly your own
Consciously dreaming,
Awaking, a sun is beaming
And all the yellow
Expands and turns to purple
And the water falls
But rushes into wells
And when your tears are blocked
It is time to sit with nature
She will tell you
She will show you
Remind you
Step outside, remember where you are.
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