All these imaginary things 

Crooked body with ill-shaped wings

Fly over me and I will believe 

A figment of my imagination now conceived 

Out upon the world like the air I breath 

A foresighted furture for all generation to see 

Look upon my vision what could it be ?

The air that I breath is good for the trees, but what of you and me 

Our breath can be taken away significantly 

Our lives are just a figment of reality 

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