Moving inside a structure of restraint and doubt.
A state of torpor induced by what the code allows.
Grant me one wish and I will bag that set of rules.
Let's break the wishbone, let's break the rules that govern you.
I'm a creature in great shape and thus I spend my days:
A grey thought in a grey shade, folding into a light-filled space.
The long slide, the long slide,
I'm going down the long slide.
My trail of star dust
Was once the fabric of my life.
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