Upstairs,
under the pieces of the moonlight that had always been reserved for others,
we had an understanding, you and me
We were red balloons,
at peace being up, up, and away from all of them----
But when we came down here,
down for the long haul,
we were shortsighted,
and only capable of pointellism
and pointing fingers
and only interested in parallelism
and being followers
But Upstairs,
we were no one's proxies,
we belonged only to our selves,
and we held everyone else
---under our feat
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