Happy Hop

One day I'll fly
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I'll open my imagination 
				to 
					its
						 most 
		magnificent extent.

The river of the impossible
will flow through my fingers
as I dissolve myself in it. 

Fear will dissipate 
				from 
					my 
					trembling 
				hands.

Giving the opportunity to breathe freedom 
without constrained and pre-constructed 
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Choked we can live and never be released from
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our biased ways of painting the skies 
with the static rays of our thoughts, 
we deeply know, we will end as hate,
if we do not dare to expel the old ways,
if we do not find those tainted wells,
we deeply know, we will end in hate. 

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Let go
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because unless we paint with colors 
that have never been discovered, 
it all will suffocate as death.

So let the beauty of creation shine over our heads 
as we fly over imagination's puffs, free as infinity, 
running along the border of what we can be imagined, 
							imagining hope's art,
		imaging bliss' tart, 
							imagining time's heart, 
						hopping,

	hop,          hop,         hop, 
			
			hopping 
						into 
			love,
							happy 
	hop,          hop,         hop, 
												you.