I’m working on a plan
To take us where we want to be
You can come along
I’m hoping for some sympathy
I know dreams are dreams
And I’m living in a box
I’ll punch my way out
Give it one more shot
What they see is grey
Now I would call it white
I’ve been like this all my life
Caught inside a never ending fight
There’s beauty in the now
Tomorrow is an unread book
I can take you to that higher ground
Just need a little luck
You find it laying down
Between the cracks and underneath
Keep searching for the tallest tree
Catch a falling autumn leaf
29/06/2023 Thursday 713
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