I consist of mountains,
also deep cold caves
I consist of oceans,
with the highest waves

I consist of walls,
almost impossible to climb
And explosive bubbles,
running out of time

I consist of layers
layers on top of layers
With deep dark holes
Lying underneath

I consist of forest,
with trees too high to see
the flaming fields behind it
Lying deep inside of me

I consist of ruins,
created by lava flow
For every vibration
that made my vulcanoes blow

I consist of rainstorms,
with sunlight inbetween
And these lonely valleys,
no one has ever seen

At last a great galaxy
with a countless amount of stars
Trying to break free,
from this place called:
My Body


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