We only exist when you see me
In artificial light, and breathe
In artificial air.
You watching my salty hair
Fall in the sunshine
You trace the rays on my back
They paint a picture that is untrue
And you were happy
But me, happily walking forward
Down the old stony pathways
Pre built for our feet
I was dumb enough
To build a road for us
leading all the way home
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