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He used to live in the sky
Fly on a hovercraft on a golden highway
And this highway is unique
It has no beginning and no end
You just fly
He wears sun glasses to cover his eyes
He can't face the sun
He waits till twilight comes
Then he can look at it all fades
Still flying, still searching
The night comes, the cold comes
The golden highway loses some of its magic, as most shiny things do
And he allows himself to remember
Then, he cries it out; blows his nose on a cloud and lets himself forget again, one way or another, some way
He aches for that way
Still flying, still searching
He wakes up one hazy morning, sunglasses down
It's inevitable
He succumbs like a young bird, forced to take his first leap
The fiery sun has her rays around him now
He knows it's time
He absorbs the sun
Then releases it out of his mouth and eyes, the way fires shoot out
It starts to come out of his fingertips, his hands, his thighs, his legs
It becomes blue, a blue tornado; blue and yellow and orange and red
And then it just spiraled back into a sun again
Everything was the same
He wasn't ready
He looks down on the hovercraft, finds his now broken sunglasses
Keeps flying, keeps searching
One night he decided to stop ignoring the moon
It was the day it started raining
Did find him, tough
They got to talking, gossiping about the sun
Like most humans do
They talked about the dark and the light, the twisted and the magic, the truth and the lie
They knew what they had to do
Silence the sun
The morning came, broken sunglasses came
It was just about two o'clock when something started to feel… at a loss
He looked back at the highway with no beginning and no end, and found the moon
The moon came quickly, knightly
He knew he would come
The moon flew with all his might, war cry in his eyes
The moon eclipsed the sun
He viewed it all so closely, so intriguingly
It was time. He knew it, he felt it
Broken sunglasses off
He was ready now
No more golden highways with no beginning and no end
No more meaningless
No more!
He jumped