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Looking for words, listening to rain,

soothing my spirit, feeling no pain.

Another place, some other time,

living my days in a lost paradigm.

The music floats gently through my space,

the lines of my life, I slowly trace.

No one else matters, nothing else exists,

I close my eyes, cuz the darkness persists.

 I follow the story, as it could have played out,

where time isn't time, and doubt isn't doubt.

Cuz now I'm on a journey, so play along with my connection,

and share with me, as I ponder with reflection.

Allow me the chance to play with my head,

and go with the feeling, which allows me to be led.

The answers are hidden, behind my smile, 

I just need to sit, and be here for a while.

Beauty is hidden, time don't wait,

I see the hook, but still chase the bait.

Happiness lingers, but necessity calls,

when we climb the mountain, not everyone falls.

Hanging by threads, I capture the passion, 

fleeting but stable, in it's own unique fashion.

A moment in time, a scatter of pieces,

so much love, and the joy it releases.

Out of control, in my ordinary day,

I brush it off, in my ordinary way.

In darkness I stumble, in light I am blind,

I hear the voices, all intertwined.

Forever falling, forever freeing,

forever questioning my sense of being.

On the path, beaten or not, 

I tried to remember, but still, I forgot.

Peaceful bodies, a quiet mind,

A happy heart, and the joy it finds.

Oceans apart, mountains away,

it still exists, and that's why I stay.

So meet me there, or someplace in the middle,

give what you can, if only a little.

A simple wave, a gentle smile,

a single emotion to last for a while.

A split second in time, forever in a dream

in a dark lonely day, a single sunbeam.

But reality strikes, and the clouds disappear,

the timing becomes that which I most fear.

The angers not mine, not this moment, not this time,

to take a minute to dream is my one and only crime.

Guilty's just in passing, compassion is what stays,

I can't change time, or that which it betrays.

Just a ripple in time, a moment reflected,

a bullet dodged, a thought intercepted.
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