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On and on in circles we go

Striving to numb every thought away

For to bask in the present is a task of its own

Insanity — is a much easier place

All in but a moments passing

Just – one fleeting moment.

As the days they grow rather grey and lonely

There is but a distant memory of the suns embrace

Stumbling through remnants of a forgotten trail

Feet, grow cold, weaker, every step along the way

Distraught of the sound of shimmering leaves

Trees, they stand naked

Embracing their sweetest dreams

Perhaps, you weren’t supposed to be awake

Spring, it awaits.

This world is a retail store where your life is sold.

Some people are lucky enough to get a discount — But, the majority don’t.

Even if you do; there’s always going to be someone who managed to get it cheaper than what you bought it for.

This is an undeniable fact.

That’s exactly why you should expect to pay full price.

At all times.

Oh – how must it feel to soar like a bird

Painting pictures wafting through open skies

Breeze sifting through your shoulders

Must be nice, to be a bird you’d think

Failing to realize the trick your wicked mind plays

In wanting to be elsewhere but here

Look just a bit closer and you’ll find

How in wanting you perceive a tainted reality

One that even the bird never sees

You can choose to dream or learn to surrender

For in every moment there’s a quiet opportunity

To recognize that you’re already that bird

If you want to be

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Crawling into the comforts of your every day

Quaintly terrorizing every step of its way

Howling and screaming, robbing you of certainity

Hope dwindles as the skies fade gray

Oh, if only the dear fear of failure would show its face

There is beauty in pain endured

Like the waves that wash away footprints in the sand

Rocks that stand tall yet giving in to wind and water

Trees tall and strong weathering mighty winters

The skin burning under the scorching sun

Reminds me of the sun that alway rises and sets

And so does everything.

They return to their primal form with a faint memory of time endured

We always arrive at where we begin