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Sit, waiting, watch the time,
Knowing that soon time will be nothing more than a figment of your imagination,
and you will be free to do everything,
anything you could dream of
because we have forever..or at least untill the lights come on
and you dance the last of the night away.
The sweet kiss of freedom,
of anything you want it to be.
All self mis-givings disapear,
dillusions become real; and permitted,
if you choose this state of being.
You could attempt to communicate forever,
in your own state of self-unawareness,
but perfectly literate in your own mind,
and if you're lucky, those around you.
Anyone becomes your closest confident, your longest of friends,
as you realise you've just indulged into your life with a complete stranger,
whome you will never meet again, but should morning allow it,
remember for life.
Submerge yourself in the music, the beat.
Ride the lights, as you stand amidst the crowds and reflect upon your world.
You could be alone or surrounded, it doesn't matter.
You are your own.
And at that point, everything, exhistence,
and the meaning of it all, or whatever you percieve it to be at that moment,
become obvious, and reasonable....
to you anyway.

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