There was never Un truth,
You did not see the truth embedded in you.
Now that you have found,
March on.
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I was walking uphill,
Panting, dragging my unwilling belly,
A self given front pack,
What a lousy invention of my tick tacks.
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I think I have the answer,
To the question of times.
Before the clock starts,
Some equations are solved.
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You stand in the scorching sun,
Blowing your whistle,
Holding your baton,
Making wild gestures in the air,
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How could I have been blind in my moment of nirvana?
When dreams I never dreamt came alive,
Sprung from dungeons locked away in time,
A connection with eternal symphony playing wild,
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I now realize.
It hit me like a laden truck,
In full day light.
Whether bad, mad, brilliant or imbecile,
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What makes a womans eyes?
In a Jar I am sure they all look alike.
But when set as Jewels,
In the minds of their tunnels,
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All of us speak our Mothers tounge.
A question has bugged me,
Like a determined bed bug.
What about the Fathers Tounge?
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The canvass white stares without a blink,
Waiting without anticipation.
The paint brushes have gone idle, and sleep,
In their cozy holsters, dry like dead eyes.
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Every day, for lands far away
Cruise ships anchor, at the Ballard Bay.
Gentle souls, in sunny coats
Hand in hand take a stroll
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