I cling to anything
Not to sink anymore
In this quicksand, am I still breathing?
Scratching the walls towards the ceiling
Gravity hurts if I can't fly
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Cyberlogical key
Psycological flee
Can we taste, smell, touch, look and listen all the sky?
I cling to substantial things
Not to sink anymore
To rise in the dark
To move up my core