Leaf (Awake in a Dream)

The sky is so dirty I can’t even breathe
but I have the fruits of the land
the medicine of the day
for problems that run deeper
All I want to do is pass away
because this moment is so perfect
and to recapture it would be in vain

Why can’t the rain cleanse this land?
I can’t stop speaking as the breeze
steals me from my tortured mind
I’m carried by this smoke softly
and I feel some form of peace
I want to be washed away
by the clouds swollen with the ocean

I’m so low that I can’t even reach that high
I’m living just to die
This little happiness is all I have
but I won’t live for that

The End

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