I know, yet do not know.
Feel deeply, yet do not feel.
Never relaxed, often numb,
Tasting bubble gum dreams in my mind.
I wish I could dance
Freely
Like I know I can:
A baby clown in sunglasses,
A lost 3-year-old dancing in the streets.
I wish I could dance again.
Feel.
Escape.
Be myself.
And then
Only then, will I be free...
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