It’s Coming On we’re waking up to ourselves

It’s coming on
waking up to myself
getting used to the feeling
of everyone else

Now we have wings to fly
Over the horizon

It’s a sudden feeling
change in perspective
a wall of reflective surfaces
going nowhere

I take myself back from that kind of lack
Now we can tell a different story

Never be lost
never caught, never lost
in someone else’s story

Over the horizon
Over the horizon
Over the horizon

It’s coming on
waking up to myself

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