Sitting in a made-up room
Taking steps one after one
Not looking down or staring up
To where the ending had begun
On a boat of open-mindedness
A far-off journey worth a try
I wrote about the skill of uniform
Beneath a multi-coloured sky
A song flew by in light refrain
Rich in melodies brand new
Simply singing words enjoyable
Where oceans of a notion grew
Was it possible I asked the page
To imagine voice by sight
Speaking clearly to a listening ear
Begging something real to write
The song had now engulfed me
Every movement curved serene
Coasting by upon a wistful air
Transparent trails aquamarine
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