its dense and its mist and its liquid air
and i'm floating in a new ether
still sinking in the abyss
but the drift is slowing down
would you grab onto a branch if it was thrown
if you were me?
i think i'll take my chances in the great unknown
time has come to fly
time has come to touch the sky
there's no guarantee that the rocks at the bottom won't come to meet me
but being scared
and
being brave
thats for me
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