(Tell Me)

Tell me you don’t look over the plane’s window and think about life.

Tell me you don’t think about infinity and mortality.
 Tell me you don’t watch the clouds and wonder what they are made of, even if you already know what they really consist of.

Tell me you don’t let your imagination fly.

Tell me you don’t dream.
 Don’t tell me you’ve succumbed to the agonies of adulthood and you don’t daydream anymore.

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Mr Zatarra