Losing myself in a mixture of yesterday, while sitting
here in today's sight of tomorrow, readily being
inspired in the beauty of today's horizon.
Calling into major depths of intellect, walking through
forests of imagination, searching for things to detail
in writing of prose.
Waiting for the intellectual aspects to appear on screens,
ideas turning idly into profound thoughts, finding them
in life's nature.
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