Away

We are on the way,
when time is a clock
made of diamonds, 
walking fast, then 
slowly 
in one direction -

we are on the way 
of our mirage, 
of our illusion,
of our pains.

we`ll reach the sky
just when it rains
when the moon is full.

Our destination`ll appear
just when we are high 
out of that muddy hills
when we are a w a y. 

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