Spent with cotton wool in my ears
I courted fuzziness of purpose
And chased skies under the surface
of fraternal planet-changing dreams
East winds curved those soft streams
Into avenues of clear-cut crystal paths
Nearing each curve, I wondered if it lasts
Sometimes the wind carried cotton wool
away from me and my heart felt full
Sometimes I wondered though if the east wind
Would leave me alone on these curves, blind
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