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Thinking inside to forget to live,
But living sometimes, to avoid the madness,
That grows within my self, and often tends to deceive,
My overactive brain, drowning me in this world harmful and endless.

Moments of rest joyfully fill my heart and mind,
Such that I turn myself to the higher sky,
Me who would rather look down for answers to find,
But my eyes, shocked at that sight, move up as to ask why.

These earthly times deep rooted in my hippocampus,
Serve as the source, for my protective thoughts to spread,
My heaven only lasts a moment, and I have to fly back to Uranus,
Thinking inside to forget to live, my fears barking at the top of my head.