Clouds floating by over head
Where I have been lead
My thoughts going wild
As if they cant be filed
I think about my choices
As I hear all those voices
Fluttering by
Like a peaceful butterfly
Sitting by this tree
Thinking how if I could be free
Go on my seperate way
Living day by day
I wish that could happen
This will come true while I'm napping.
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