Imagine you are flying through the sky...
Catching the sun rays, greeting birds above,
Imagine, now you don't have to lie.
You can be white and innocent as a dove.
Imagine you can stay yourself and free,
And no expectations, no pressure,
So you could feel this freedom and this glee.
And don't you think it would be so refreshing?
Imagine you are trying not to die,
To touch the sun and to not burn alive,
Imagine all your life was just a lie,
And all what's left is to the depth to dive.
March 2025
Imagine
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