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In the things that are both sad and beautiful
Like a sunset that starts a joy
Or a dawn that brings a certain endThere surges a stillness that can only be understood by clarity.
When even silence creates its own sound,
Where new perspective curls
In the sudden energy
Of a wave that isn't formedJust unconsciously A decision is made.
Isnt this always hopes way?Of water and air, a force of transperancy
That seems to elude us all.But what is it like to actually do
Come back from a fall
And accept the distance that has to be recrawled ?I haven't had a true feeling for a while
Truth hidden between the conflictsOf dreams mentioned and goals unsaid.
And I haven't said enough yet
To gain listeners to my storyOnly collective whispers of doubt
And splatters of encouragement
All but leaves a dent in my reflectionThey've all becomed enthralled by the cover
And victim to the rhythm of the chorusSo is a book a book without chapters?
Or do we veiw it as a continuous life?
Is a song still music,
without a message to be felt ?What is time without the junction
Of Decades and years ?And what kind of man doesn't
Speculate his days.Or study the ways
Of the dumb the rich and the slaves?Sometimes I hear myself think too loud
Without giving my soul a chance to speak,And without the music Of
The intelligent streetsI fear I'll become lost
Within the pulse of the beast.
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