The whistling clouds are calling, “Escape, escape, escape”
The serendipitous stars are lighting the ephemeral way
Let us leap together into the amorphous pillows
Weightless from the burdens of the polluted soil
Let us thrust upward, forward, no longer wayward
Until all that is before us is light and possibilities
For a while, let us cling together at harmonies door
A momentary, blissful taste of freedom from all
That binds us, that traps us in the murky mooring
Transparency will lift us with its watchful eye and
Once again we will be ingenuous and innocent
Believing again, believing again, believing again
We will have dined on ambrosia and sipped at
The fountain of the sleeping Ponce de Leon
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