Blasting through the pipe lines
Lifelines, city scapes,
Each time, forces push me back.
A world unknown hangs before me,
An adventure where I'm unsure
Of what it'll shape me, twist me
Into, it makes it hard to breathe
sometimes (all the time).
All I want is to be a particle on the wind,
But I cannot, no,
Not this time around.
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