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Staring at the ceiling hard
I could just zone out
And disconnect from this world
In a rush

Like in a story separating
Gravity from the center
Drifting without moving
Through the universe

Hanging on the ground simply
Keeping an inert course
And the ground turns into poetry

Where will they be
The things we thought about?
Where did it go
The first one?

I think I still hold
A feeling inside
That could have been
The very start

Hanging on the ground simply
Keeping an inert course
And the ground turns into poetry

Every day
My shoes sigh to leave the pavement
Separating you and me from the center
Every day

Where will they be
The things we thought about?
Where did it go
The first one?

I think I still hold
A feeling inside
That could have been
The very start