The aura of the manÂ
Was growing
   It had been brewing
Dimly glowing
   Holding onto the thread of a dreamÂ
Bottled in the deep
It raged like the sea does when she is hungry
      It went wild like a child canÂ
It was a sickness of the soulÂ
   That was felt by the manÂ
A storm inside
    A fire from the deep
A shadow on the white walls of the mindÂ
    The man took a leap
And drowned himself in the deep
    But a few seeds
He had hoped to plant some day
     Fell out his pocket
    As he raged against that sea
And they’ve been growing
   Stretching themselves upwards
In hope to reach the lightÂ
   Well,Â
They’ve reached the surface now
    And the manÂ
He reached the surface too
    Holding onto his tree
He emerged from the sea
    He escaped infinity
   One of his nine lives stayed behind
But he broke free
   And he had a whole new energyÂ
A whole new aura
    The world felt it
He felt it
    The man who had always felt small
Stood tall
    And he was no longer scared of the climb
Because he had overcome his fear of
The fall
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