If I'm still, they won't see me.
If I breathe, I'll be caught.
If I shut my eyes, I can disappear.
But I have to come back.
Like when you dive under the waves, for a moment, it feels like you could last forever.
But I've found that forever is a very short time.
And you have to find air soon otherwise perish.
So when I close out the world, I savor the seconds I have.
Because that freedom doesn't last long.
And the chains of reality claim me once again.


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