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When was the last time I looked back?
An endless tunnel of shapeless immersions
Why couldn't I just climb?
Slowly falling seemed fit for the time and
Some how I would always see my feet trembling under me.
There was always a cracked, eroding step to lay my foot upon.
It was my only choice.

There was a rope dangling from the sky
To give it a pull would only make it rain on me
More and more the harder I pulled
Further and further I would climb.
Pointless.

I would learn that hand nor foot would carry me
Only wings would take me out that tunnel
And only wings would make that cloud stop raining

That I needed no steps nor feet with wings
And with the air could I change my direction
That my desire wanted to be lead by defeat
And my faults would be smoothed by my wings
By the air beat by my wings

That was the last time I looked back