Mountains Oceans And Moon 

I can’t see the mountains like I used to
I’m not going to spend another minute trying to figure out why 
Not another rhythm in my mind 
I drift to another pattern in my life 
This atmosphere has changed 
Options are wide and keep me sane 
The sounds I hear put a toll on me 
I view the third dimension in pixels of gray 
Rationalizing any antic would be mundane 
I’m gone and never coming back 
Time is passing me by and you can see it in my face 
I want my wings to grow faster 
Soaring through my own realm of consciousness 
Free through spirits within me 
The mountains are now far yet the oceans poor into my soul and lift me to the moon 


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