The Reality of You

The ground has reached proximity. It shall fly above my shoes. The world is near infinity. To you, I must refuse.

The day I shall gain your trust Will forever be faint. So survive, I must. My future is what I paint.
I’ll rather stay blue,

With symptoms of the flu, because When I think of you, I’m lost and without a clue.

So this is not the end. For still, I must amend.

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