To just breathe I inhale the thoughts,
what is written has been a lot,
the basis of dream in only talk,
no reality will come from delivery of walk,
unless random came to sent.
The best of done released a stun,
as I not you was shocked by whom,
made me feel the ancient deal,
a pact of what had been so sung.
The bliss in reaching an exist,
the human toll of absolute in role,
ability to state your place,
the path of wonder a dream in make,
halts the answer the question spake.
The fact that life presents such chance,
the choice of which creates romance,
a hand to hold or man to dance,
the lyrics become the speech enhanced.
The turn of page or swirling stage,
the world that seems to take and take,
without resolve of what may be,
the pointed fingers so readily,
destroy the me I want to keep,
it makes the driven in ridden read.
Silently the quiet rose,
discovery developed prose,
sometimes shared often not,
the plot you seek built to mock,
cause erasing, too delete.
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