Living in the hidden corners of life's path,
Whiling away the hours in the shadows of a moving world.
Too far to obtain, yet too close to endure…too true the pain of being.
Connections rise but fade as capricious breezes from a mercurial sea.
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Life
Living in the hidden corners of life's path,
Whiling away the hours in the shadows of a moving world.
Too far to obtain, yet too close to endure…too true the pain of being.
Connections rise but fade as capricious breezes from a mercurial sea.
Familiarity…choices made…options taken and still, only the silence of being.
Yet to be seen…yes to be seen, but only from that certain distance
That assures freedom from the unspeakable fury of common emotion.
The wonder of that world of feeling…emotions streaming, struggling for freedom.
What is it to desire and experience such vibration…allow it to course one's body,
Bring one into the mainstream of commonality…yet remain visible and true to oneself.
In my life…no solution…no consolation…no compromise…only resolve.
So to others, see me…feel my passion…perhaps touch my mind…not my body,
Not my soul.