Fields of white filth absorbed by my rasp,
Flying dreams I want to grasp,
Catchem« before they spin on by,
To meet my lost and deepened sky.
Better catch on, and hold on- tight,
«Cause this ride«s bound to last all night.
It«s a midnight flight so stay upright,
It tries to push so back I fight.
The bright white horizon«s within my sight,
I would ride «til dawn to reach that light.
Floats of smog that choke my throat,
I could gasp for breath until I«m broke.
It«s the strangest sight I«ve seen,
But I admit it is my dream.
I don«t really wanna« slow me down...
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