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Free To The Floor
Free to the Floor
He lies in a state of paralysis, where nothing moves
his eyes stay fixed on the floor, wanting more
two wheels attached to steel gets him around
pushed by an angel in white during the day
until she flys away leaving him in his dark domain
drifting away in the dark until the sun touches his face
Then he awakes, thinking hoplessly of another flightless day
where he sits and waits looking at the clock, like
a cat watches a bird from a window, helpless, but yet still
hopeful. The clocks hands begin to twist and bend,
creating a vision, go , move around, be free
like a thunderbolt in the sky, a surge of energy surrounds him
he lifts up both hands and feels vibrations within his feet
words cannot express, or repress the joy he feels
one leg on the floor, it sets him free, running towards
the horizon, nothing will ever stop him now
free of this disease, free of the pain, free of everything
then as he looks towards the sky, the clouds move out of the way
and words, like fire are scorched into his sight and into his mind
wake up, it's time, they say. So he does. Back in the darkness all alone.
The white angel walks in, she puts him in his two wheels of steel
she said, "I hope you know, that how you feels is what is real, now be free"
He lies in a state of paralysis where everything moves.
