Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone...
Although rap isn't my style,
Your voice did beguile
My pitiful teenaged mind.
Please do continue,
Perhaps venture into
Other types, for other types.
...A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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