If only I could ride the lightning.
Sample the delicate excitement of electric brain waves.
If only I could crash along with thunder.
If I could taste the shimmering clouds way up high, in the great big sky.
If I could set fire to the rain
And flirt with the wind
And let the mist gingerly kiss my little earthly
arms and legs and wrists and ankles and fingers and toes and ears.
Then I would be free
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