Sitting here on the treetops
I fold into myself
Twist out, fate is diagonal
Every fate is possible
I hear the sounds repeating
Can't translate the chatter
When they scream it means they're enjoying it
Sorry I was on the wrong floor all-together
Where was the dream pulsing through me
Why am I still here writing poetry
Don't fall asleep inside your fantasy
rewired to function in society
Purchase fold up chairs with my credit card
smack myself in the forehead for believing it was real
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