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Losing touch with the ground
Watch as I lift off
Not here, yet not there either
Nowhere, still somewhere
Wanting dearly to run
Further and further away
Keep floating, no escape
Perpetually gone astray
Trying to control, just to fail
Not able to persevere
Disconnection between what is
And what clearly should be
Leaving me breathless, bare, brittle
Trying to flee reality
Transient actuality
No way to disagree
Everything once clear and true
No longer exposed to me now
Looking forward, moving back
Reach out, never able to grasp
Lost touch with the ground
Watch as I lift off with spirits downed
Not here, yet not there either
Nowhere, still somewhere
