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At the end of the platform

I stand and I stare

Out into the distance

Out over the glare

Of the television screen

Flashing pictures at me

Out there, I stand, and I stare

I look at puddles

And I see people standing prominently round

I look around at the class

And I see people with no sound

I look to the sky

I see the lid of a cage

And when I look at the glass

I see me

From the edge of the tallest cliff

I take a death defying leap

With my arms spread wide so valiantly

I plunge softly into sleep

And see my dreams

Sweat driven, chocolate covered dreams

Where time has no means of unstitching its seams

And where our lovely waltz continues forever

At the end of the platform

I stand and I stare

Out over the lives

And I breathe in the air

I take what I see and as I make them my words

Their dreams are a reality

Seen clear as day on a television screen