Unless my hands were cuffed
I’d run away from here.
Remember me who loved
No stress, no loss, no fear.
Until it’s blown away,
I’ll hit the road to catch it.
No matter what’s the way
It’s time for fists to clench.
My dreamy jets took off
Allotted time is over
What seemed to be enough
Turns out to weigh much lower.
Got lost in hair waves
Though kept on struggling forward
What lies ahead is maze
No single route is offered.
Unless
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