Go forth brave soldier, go forth
We cannot save ourselves now
Armies will come, armies will go
And we will need their help
Howe we will need them
To march us away, in opposite directions
You head north, and I will head south
One day we will stop travelling
when we meet, at the ends of the earth.
And then we will know,
We will know if we can swim on
or if gravity pulls us back down
from our spinning graceful
Freefall through life.
I am real now, you said
But I was already floating,
Spinning, gone.
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