Away from the world, I will climb this tree
for every branch is chasing after me,
and at the top I will be sure to see
where in this perplexing place I must be.
But my story has already been told
as I never seem to get a foothold,
my balance is never poised nor controlled
and the leafless branches can't foil the cold.
I look down at the ground and see my ghost,
and see that I shall fall from the branch utmost
but in this dream I will not be engrossed;
I have tasks to do as the skies grow close.
When I escape the reality of earth
I shall float through the clouds in weightless mirth.
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