I’m gone

I am who am I?
Flying likes a ghost.
Is that real? Is this real?
Oh see I’m flying around. Aha!
Back and go up and up
So high
A wall
Nop I’m through it.
Whao!
Legs?! My legs, I can’t feel my legs.
Am I dead? I’m a ghost. no!

*huffing and puffing
Still breathing
Yes dreaming

I owned my direction only with my hands.
Should I awake? Have legs but have no used to mine.
Have legs but all programmed.

Let me. Let me this dream again.
And leave me…alone

Troy E. Dante — Tree of life

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