Some people want to race,
others to stop,
my brain is still spinning,
my body is not.
my eyes want the world,
my feet want the ground,
my fingers a blanket,
my ears some sound.
my transposed oppositions,
my body's ying-yang,
my thoughts always winding,
The wind just the same.
and others might know,
just who they are,
I do and I don't,
but I shoot for the stars.
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