I had that dream again
Where I'm standing in a meadow
A flawless meadow
And a violent wind
Whips grass into the sky
An uncontrollable sky
And the only other sight for miles
Is that egg
That colossal egg
Towering, yet auspicious
And on that giant's egg
Lies a wooden door
The tiniest door
Just big enough for me
So I run
And I run
To avoid the inevitable storm
And I run
Run, run, run
But that egg never gets closer
Exhausted, I collapse, cowering
As the clouds get dark
So impossibly dark
And then I wake up
And now, back in my bed, I wonder
Can't stop wondering
If there's something different I could've done
Anything to get to that egg
That elusive, unconquerable egg
So I can finally feel safe
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