A word to my friends.
Living on the wild side, that light which flickers far off in the distance.
It just might lead you out of here someday.
A crumbling afternoon intersection.
I see a flock of birds without wings.
Striving to survive, still unaware of what they are.
Wings burned by the sun.
They can’t even fly but…
They all have one ambition.
I wanna fly and keep flying.2x
A word to my friends.
Living on the wild side.
What does it mean to live as yourself?
Breaking free from the shell that holds you.
With every season comes a new self-discovery.
I wanna change and keep changing. I wanna change, i wanna change, change.
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