The Grass
we've melted into the grass side by side,
smoke from a fire dances into the clouds,
the warm summer wind carries our minds through the dark and into the stars,
where does it begin where does it end,
truth be told, I don't want to know,
some waste life wanting answers,
some find "answers" and waste life,
some lay wishing they still wondered.
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