The rain will fall a thousand times
to give us all some peace of mind.
Assurance that there's someone else
giving us hope without a doubt.
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I love how you hang on,
control,
and absorb the genius.
It's truly your weakness,
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The sky is a blanket,
keeping us warm, or cold
something controlled.
Penetrated by its razor arrows,
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We walk the day out
of our mind it seems,
we project ourselfs as one,
continuing to ignore
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I can imagine a day so pure and gay,
with nothing involved,
commitment resolved,
everything else is truth.
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An innocent mind, taped from behind.
Can it rewind?
or is it just confined?
Denied of existance,
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The open water is Gods playground,
to surround the eternal enchantment.
A free form of universal tricks begin,
set in stride is a damp case of skin.
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A pedal falls..into the emptyness of a world full of power and material.
Blown away by his brother in crime, propelling further into the beautiful amazon of space.
Despite his need for life he continues to soar aimlessly on a path set by his carrier.
Each shift in motion, feeling ever so faint, he enters new boundries; new beginnings to an end he cannot predict.
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Birds whistle,
but who and what are they whistleing for?
The grass continues to grow,
so why do we mow?
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