Among the Clouds

I fall through a wisp of smoke

My feet continue to descend as I stay still

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I wander alongside a path lined in silver

My feet find the frigid fog 

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My breath appears in a haze 

But the air is still and aloof 

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I look over

To rushing clocks and congested masses

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But my ears are deaf

As a gust of wind caresses my face 

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My mind falls to an barren page 

The mist encompasses my lungs

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Down below the world hurtles itself 

Beneath a blanket of heated colors 

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Alone but surrounded

I stroll onwards towards a setting light 

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