I can fly!
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There are days when I'm reminded of who I am.
A day when I'm reminded of what I can.
Days when I spread my wings and soar up to the skies.
I can never forget that I am living my dream.
And that means to be the key for others.
I want to be there so others can unlock the doors to themselves.
Regardless of how wonderful my life is
it really feels as if I have done everything that I had to do for myself.
It feels like I was born juts to do the last step and then feel satisfied.
But a life like this would be boring.
I want to gather up people close around me.
People who are inspiring me and people who are inspired by me.
Or people who'll simply let me watch how they get inspired by something.
I want to feel pure life.
This is what I'm here for.
To feel it and to do my part to increase it.
If I could, then I would turn into music forever.
I would sink into people's bodies and fill them with life.
Because my body is a blessing and yet a limit.
I can't wait to get to the next concert and sing along.
I can't wait to find a place to sing.
I cant wait for sinking through my body into the world as I sing out whatever this voice can bring out.
And when I return back into my body,
then I want to go and smile.
And maybe somewhere somebody gets reminded by me:
Reminded that we are here to live.
Reminded of that we are all life and nothing can ever truly tie us down.
We are this world.
I long for the moments when we fly.
The moments when we are what we truly are.
The moment when everything is eternity.
Open your wings.
The skies are open for us to fly.
I'll be waiting.
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