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There in the wastes comes music, singing

Such contrast, a backing track to real life

Like some Hollywood film, unreal, constructed

Gathered souls in green clothes passing through streets

Boots treading soil of foreign lands

It courses through, in another context you would maybe dance

Lead by the rhythm, cadences, but for now you must decline

Retain a vigilance, sternness, resolve, distance

Such a shame not to partake, to enjoy, to enjoin

If only for a moment to forget, to wish peace, serenity

These simple two words we often take for granted

So, forged by another’s play we ignore this gift and tread on

Doing our thing, while they do theirs

Like ships in the night we slip past each other, lives, cultures

Worlds apart our sails furled different winds but with perhaps a grateful
moment of collision

I so wanted to forgo these trappings, to embrace, to enfold

But never to be, never meant, never done

This golden chance lost in time, in life

But I still to this day I have the music in my head

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