"passing Images"
Sitting in the park today watching the world my own way...
Raindrops from a leaf on a tree fall softly on my mind and lay..
A blizzard of words and sounds fill my head so indirectly..
Reading faces and drawing pictures of each soul so correctly...
A ferris wheel of broken lines that come together so neatly..
A lasting impression of tattered faces as they pass on their way..
Few smiles and laughs as they shuffle to their little caves..
Broken dreams and misused talents pave the way to their sea..
So here I sit drawing my own conclusions from the little time I'm free..
Misery and lost dreams seem to be the visions,
but maybe tomorrow a different scene with better sensations..
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