Drawing parallels between intangible tangerines,
stick walking, walking stick, pass me some water please.
Quick, quick, quick 'cuz I'm on fire and I'm not sure why.
And I look at the sky and wish I could fly,
defy,
deny
gravity...
...the ultimate oppressor that holds
these buildings, buses, streets,
and stupid people in place,
anchoring them soundly.
YOUR SHACKLE'S A WAGE.
So I spend lots of time these daze getting high as could be,
tramping up flights of steps just to see what you'll see
at the tops of these buildings and mountains and trees;
and reflected at distance away from the city,
it's me that I see,
and I'm clutching a dream.
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