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Outside, a bird is writing lines on air,
I am filling boxes in a gray office chair.
My feet know the path to the break room door,
But they dream of a stretch of sandy shore.
The elevator climbs above the town,
I watch the tiny roofs go upside down.
But I am a string tied to a desk,
Trading my wander for security's rest.
The kite tugs high against the wind,
I watch it climb from where I'm pinned.
My feet are heavy as a bag of sand,
And the sky is a dream I understand.
The kite tugs high against the wind,
I watch it climb from where I'm pinned.
There's a compass in my chest that points west,
And the days are an endless test.
The elevator climbs above the town,
I watch the tiny roofs go upside down.
But I am a string tied to a desk,
Trading my wander for security's rest.
The kite tugs high against the wind,
I watch it climb from where I'm pinned.
My feet are heavy as a bag of sand,
And the sky is a dream I understand.
The kite tugs high against the wind,
I watch it climb from where I'm pinned.
There's a compass in my chest that points west,
And the days are an endless test.
