*all the things i want to do are locked away.
my will is the sky, vast and uncharted.
the stars are my dreams.
some thing pretty from far away,
but no one could ever reach them.
and maybe thats the appeal of it all.
but i never stop looking up at them.
'cause what are stars without someone to look up at them.
*you hold me down. i said.
your plans are all lies disguised in hope and washed with the past.
like money, you make new ones and the old ones become worthless. slowly.
still around in the pocket of and old coat, sometime.
re-discovered and held again, warm in your hand.
never as good as the first time.
but treasured anew. the shine in your eyes back in place, for a moment.
all this time, an illusion.
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