A big walking GHOST

Everyone around,
Does not see the ground,
They only talk back,
with eyes falling flat.
I listen to the voice,
It makes me want to fly,
I like the way it talks,
It tells me what I want.
Endless overdose,
Time to strike a pose,
Swing along the lines,
Please commit the crime.
Feeling up and down,
Thankful for my fam.
Knowing where I stand,
Drawing shooting stars.
Dreaming of the day,
When I will look back,
Think time has gone by fast,
And liberty has won.
-Oro Continua

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