One day I will let go of paradise
And walk in my own parade
One day I will let go of the day
and embrace the night in silence
What better way to walk among the stars
then to use memories
like cosmic stepping stones
to reach the place you are
Where galaxies look like milk drops
in my coffee, that looks like the stuff
that fills outer space, black and light
still stiring
One day I will have no past
and therefore a virgin future
Where each sun will be new
holding out more promises
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