Simply sleeping sometimes when out of options
If not for a red herring, or a lying blue moon.
Now and soon setting out with his stupid friends
Sometimes as late as morning break but now and soon.
Consistently challenging choices are his only problem
Maybe blue castle in water, maybe red pills to take him there.
The air is moist but the noises pull him down
And he wishes the noises away, wanting only the air.
Blindly blinking between relaxed eyes in the room
Till clouds become smoke and mirrors start lying.
Still flying with a heavy head from one to the other
Prying open opinions about falling and still flying.
Shooting stars start to rain but the moon-touched
Complains the crescent follows him over left, always in sight.
Each night maybe cold, shaking hands led them there
Maybe the semi-infinite dreams he saw each night.
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