Think not of it falling, but as flying Feeling against your face, the rush of air Like in our dreams, without even trying Inside your ears, and whisking through your hair
We gaze and peer in, to close to the ledge Our convictions are found inside one’s soul Spiraling out of control near the edge Reflect from the walls of the rabbit hole
Every thing a blur as you speed past Life becoming a bit more demanding An exciting feeling, until the last Perhaps you need help, just with the landing
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Feeling against your face, the rush of air
Like in our dreams, without even trying
Inside your ears, and whisking through your hair
We gaze and peer in, to close to the ledge
Our convictions are found inside one’s soul
Spiraling out of control near the edge
Reflect from the walls of the rabbit hole
Every thing a blur as you speed past
Life becoming a bit more demanding
An exciting feeling, until the last
Perhaps you need help, just with the landing
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