I feel that I am one thousand stars away
Searching for a place or idea
that has vanished with the trees.
I wonder where the real world hides.
I wonder where all the rabbits are –
And when I’ll find the numbers in the garbage.
I wish to live by the sun,
By my instinct,
By my mother’s side.
Where can I afford weakness?
be a little brighter? feel a little deeper?
I forget that the flowers in pictures are really out there.
And where does the wind come from?
and what am I doing here?
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