When he was just a stick figure crashing through the ozone layer
Just a shadow on the cumulus
Skydiving with the summer rain
a lightening bolt
When the world was bound by walls
graffiti scribbled across
shades of him in their spray
Cracks in the brick that let him breathe
When he was the two yellow lines in the middle of the road
Not all traffic payed heed, yet their tyres were worn down faster than he
When he came out of the ground hotter than a fever
The steam rising in the question mark are you a believer?
Walking down from the temple of pandemonium
for an early swim in that lake
In ruining the world he still has a say
When true light isn't blocking his way
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