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by ET May 30, 2006 category : Life, society / other
Silence is what I enjoy the most To be weightless is a wonderful thing to host I am not myself, I have no fears But there are still questionable tears I am nothing And I feel nothing I’m alone and at peace Yet I could never feel at such ease I feel like I could do anything I have powers of poise and grace In nothing but a bit of lace No one can stand in my way I feel my hair sway I don’t care as I just lay Thinking about everything Worrying about nothing The ability to rise up Yet never touch the prize No one is ever near When I ride the ocean of tears