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I wanted to Walk,

Walk a bleak, black line.

Walk upon the empty Boulevard.

Walk a rope around the Earth.

I wished, truly wished,

That I would fly.

Not on air,

but upon nothing.

I wished to break through the air,

and out onto nothing.

To fly into emptiness was to be strong, 

Strong enough to overcome infinite emptiness...

Now, I realize astronauts have to do lots to do, E.G. school work, before going to go to the moon, so I gave up.