Return

Captive on a ball of mass
winds, waves, and plots of grass
breathing until you turn crass with anger
a sensible man but to life a stranger

You are without common sense
but with intelligence unique
the holder to the key of life
but the door is unlocked for you to walk free

Rearrange the stars for the perfect constellation
only to find boredom in unearthly creations
I must go far, far as my eyes can see
only to turn back into a life that is right for me

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