The moon hangs heavy and
low in the sky
so close I could touch it,
so close I could cry
I'm an alchemist
I can turn shit into gold
But gold is untouchable,
heavy and cold
I want to be light and
I want to be free
I want to be warm and
I want to be me
But I lose myself in
the words on the screen
I turn into pixels and
black-and-white dreams.
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