An early morning walkabout
Drifting through the morning haze
Many thought balloons float away
My boldness going up in a blaze

I’m long out of practice
But I know that feeling
Like a needle in a haystack
I’m lightheaded and reeling

My mind runs the probability
Time clears away any fears
The traps could be everywhere
The answer slips past the gears

Adrift on a lonely sea of dreams
Stretching end to end for a mile
The night sky twinkling above
Stars are envious of your smile

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