standing there in the tower of one and three,
i open my arms, and suddenly feel free,
the world becomes a blur, insignificant, and i smile with glee.
the pain goes away,
the truth becomes black and white and not gray,
reality a concept, religion a joke, for, i don't pray.
i see the machines move around,
i see myself free and unbound,
i see the ants that fill the ground,
i know then i am mocked and hear its sound.
inevitable i let go,
the wind in face, i let go,
fear and concepts, i let go,
finally free i laugh and i let go.
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