We take a seat, prepared to dine,
I'll eat my bread and drink my wine,
But when I'm done I'll leave my place,
Assorted not without distaste,
And take myself unto the skies,
Down the steps and into town,
Away from stars still shining down,
And free into the wind,
Airy breeze to wash me out,
Calming peace to still my doubts,
And thus it all begins,
I think, remember, gaze around,
I daze, fall over, meet the ground,
And look into the sky,
At stars, oh do they fly,
And wonder what I've found.
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