| Another empty page and I wonder what to lay upon it.
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| Maybe an apology, a declaration of remorse.
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| The weight of the words is subjective
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| but I’ve only so many lines until the rhymes of the next song begin.
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| Will this one mean anything by then?
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| Perhaps it’s just the pattern of life,
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| we mind the matter and not the meaning.
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| It’s not always gleaming so don’t avert your eyes in fear of going blind.
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| Luminosity is more subtle than you’d think,
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| and your intentions are more important than anything.
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| All is fleeting and I can’t wait for this page to burn.
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| The smoke will turn the wheels
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| the way the wind moves you to the place you’ve earned.
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| You’ll have nothing once you’re there
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| but the songs once in the air will replay in your head.
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| You’ll repeat the mantra with more intent.
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| Would you believe that you have everything you need?
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| Dig it.
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| This can’t just be the pattern of life,
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| to mind the matter and not the meaning.
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| It’s not always gleaming so don’t avert your eyes in fear of going blind.
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| Luminosity is more subtle than you’d think
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| and your intentions are more important than anything.
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| Hold on to nothing, all you see is on its way out.
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| You are something bigger than yourself, you’re a living dream. |