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"This soul of mine is in decay,
my spirit fading away;
this world of mine begins to crumble,
and my pen to fumble." 

And in my meditation I seek my strength,
going deep into a dream and distant realm;
I see my life through my third eye,
oh, the pain that dwells within my heart.

And I drift in a clear sea of azure blue,
until I hear bells tinkling from afar;
an old wrinkled woman is beckoning me,
she whispers-   this is your destiny.

 "This soul of mine is in decay,
my spirit is fading away;
this world of mine begins to crumble,
and my pen to fumble."  

I push the old woman back with my mind.
NO! I do not want to just shrivel to ruin;
then, I see a beautiful woman dancing,
with multi-hued veils twirling, swirling.

And I know she is me and it will be,
I will find the strength inside of me;
will put serenity on my lips-  in my heart,
will hold acceptance in my hands, then
surrender it . . . 

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March 10, 2017

Poetry/Carpe Diem/''Surrender It''
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 883-427-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Lyrics III- Dream Theater
sponsor, Rob Carmack

Sixth Place

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